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seospicybin · 9 months

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SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

CROWDED PREVIEW.

PART OF THE CROWD SERIES.

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Minho's family grows bigger after you gave birth to his daughter, Byeol. It's not easy to raise a child in his working environment as a tattoo artist but his parenting skill is put to test as Byeol enters school.

Preview under the cut!

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The taxi is only one block away when your phone is ringing inside the pocket of your jacket.

You don't have to look to know that it's Minho calling you, "I'm almost there, honey," you assure him once again after telling him the same thing half an hour ago.

You look out the window and see the parlor comes into sight, "I'm just around the corner," you tell him while half laughing.

You hang up the second you see his figure coming out of the door of the parlor, following the taxi until it stops right in front of him.

Minho opens the taxi door for you and not wasting any second to hug you. You're sure he wants to do more than that but with the taxi driver taking out your suitcase from the trunk, he goes to help you carry them.

Once everything is securely taken inside, nothing stops him from coming for you, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you so hard he doesn't give you time to catch your breath. No words need to be spoken when you sense his yearning for you through his needy kisses.

You smile against his lips and mutter, "I missed you too."

Throwing your arms around him, you show him how much you've been missing him too and gosh, it feels good to know that you're not the only one suffering from the long distance.

"Can we continue this upstairs?" You ask, reminding him that you're both still downstairs and you still need his help carrying your things to the third floor.

The first thing you do once you arrived upstairs is go to Byeol's room and watch her sleep for a moment, relishing your need to see her.

Tenderly, you place a kiss on her forehead and put the blanket higher on her body, "Goodnight, my little star," you murmur against her head.

Giving her one last kiss on the head, you get out of her room to find Minho preparing dinner and insisted on cooking it for you since you said you're hungry.

"She's alive and well," you tell him as you take a seat at the dining table.

"I'm impressed!" You add along with a sly grin.

Not for one second do you doubt Minho for his capability to take care of Byeol, she is his daughter after all, there's no one else that can do a better job than him.

He serves a plate of fried rice in front of you and dramatically rolls his eyes at you, "I was this close to sending her to the orphanage today," he jokes.

You will always be drawn to his physique but it's his wit and his smart mouth that you missed the most about him. It's what has been keeping the sparks alive even after seven years together.

You catch him dozing off when you come back from the bathroom, reckon he must be tired from the day, from taking care of both the parlor and his daughter. You quietly climb onto the bed and kiss him on the cheek.

His eyes snap open and turns his head to capture your lips in a kiss.

"Did I wake you, honey?" You press another kiss on his neck.

He draws you closer to bed and snuggles you, "you did wake up the other me," he shamelessly admits.

Your hand goes straight to feel him down there and tease the growing bulge with slow strokes, "how was your day? Anything fun?"

With closed eyes, he says, "Oh I do have something fun to tell you!"

From the sly smile plastered on his face, you believe it's something that amuses him so much but not sure it'll give the same impression for you.

"Yeah? What is it?" You anticipate with a thin smile.

He opens his eyes to leer at you, "Byeol said that he likes my sandwiches better than yours."

"Oh, my God!" You instantly groan.

"What could I possibly do wrong with a sandwich?"

It infuriates you so much that you could ruin something that simple. It's just slices of bread with a few things in between and some condiments, that, you can't even do right.

"Please take the lunchbox duty off me," you tell him with a defeated sigh.

Minho laughs as you lay on your side of the bed with your eyes screwed shut, annoyed. He then put his arm around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and kisses you there.

"Honey, there's another thing," he whispers to you.

"Ugh..." You groan even though you haven't known what he's going to tell you.

"The soccer practice," he reminds you.

"What's with soccer practice?" You still remember Byeol's soccer practice every Saturday, tomorrow afternoon to be exact.

"They said it's your turn to bring the drinks," he says.

"Oh?" You gasp in surprise. You're in a group chat with the other moms of the students in the same classroom as Byeol but you've been caught in work you have to mute it.

Minho props his elbow against the mattress, "I can do it if you're too tired for it."

That's so sweet that he offers to take another task off of you but you can't just keep avoiding your duties as a mother, especially after you've been away for a week for work.

"That's okay. I can do it," you kindly refuse.

As gratitude for being an attentive husband, you kiss him on the lips, a long, lingering one. Something crosses your head at the mention of him speaking to the other moms about the soccer practice.

"So... you talked to the moms, huh?"

He hums against your lips in response.

"Anyone caught your eyes?" You playfully ask, slipping your hand under his t-shirt to feel the muscles on his abdomen.

"You can be honest with me, honey," you encourage along with a kiss on his neck.

Minho turns to lay on his side and put his hand on the arch of your back, doesn't waste time to slide it off to the curve of your ass, squeezing on the flesh.

It's always nice to have his tattooed arms wrapped around you and touching you. You look at his beautiful face and trail his nose with your fingertip, "all these tattoos and this sharp nose," you dreamily sigh.

You lean in close enough to tease him, "Look at you..."

You hold the side of his face and look at him with such love. You feel your body changed a lot and aging two times faster after giving birth while Minho, he doesn't change much physically, his hair has grown longer almost the same length he had when you first met him and his facial features are more defined. He's aging like a fine wine.

The best thing about all this is that he's yours.

"Must be tired being hot and a working dad, mmh?" You tell him with a nibble on his ear.

"In that order?" He asks.

You lowly chuckle, "Exactly in that order."

He drags you closer by your waist and presses a hard kiss on your lips, "must be tired of being hot and fighting for justice too," he teases back.

"Mmh," you answer with a hum as he slips his hand between your legs.

"That sounds like you need a release," he seductively says into your ear.

"Sounds like you need one too," you seduce back.

It is what you need. After a stressful week of work and being away from your husband and daughter, you come home with weights on both shoulders.

At least now, with Minho there with you, you feel ten times lighter from the moment you stepped into the door. It's also the fact that Minho knows to make you feel good, he knows what to do with his mouth that you're losing focus on doing the same to him.

Minho is deep in your wetness with his hands squeezing both of your butt cheeks as you bend over against him and have him inside your mouth.

He's doing everything right but you can't seem to get enough with just his mouth, you need him inside you and fill you.

"Want you inside me, honey," you mutter as you kiss his glistening wet mouth.

Without saying a word, Minho submits to your wish and hovers above you, kissing you as he turns your body to lie on your side.

He puts your leg higher than the other to give him access to push his fingers inside you, making you wetter than you already are.

Affectionately, he puts your hair away and softly kisses the side of your face while pumping his fingers in and out of you, then shoves them into his mouth after, having a taste of you before pushing his length inside.

"Oh..." you lowly moan as you feel his throbbing cock inside you.

Minho cages you in between his arms as he starts thrusting into you, steady, slow yet intensely deep. Your hand coiled around his forearm as the pleasure doubles each time he nudges just the spot.

"Oh..." you moan again with your eyes closed and you don't have to look to know that Minho is looking down at you, watching as your face clenches and unclenches along depending on the pleasure.

He presses his mouth close to your ear, then says, "I know, honey," he whispers.

He turns your head to face him then hastily kisses your open mouth, "I miss being inside you too," he breathlessly whispers.

"You always feel so good," he lowers his mouth on you again, catching you off guard that it takes you a moment to properly return the kiss.

"Oh, honey..." he sweetly murmurs with his lips on the corner of your mouth.

The moans you let out are louder and ragged. Minho uses his hand to keep your leg lifted as he launches himself deeper inside you then adds more speed.

Through your half-shut eyes, you look at him and plead, "Want you to cum inside, honey."

That drives Minho to quicken the pace. The hand holding you by your thigh dug deep into the flesh but the pain somehow blurs into pleasure at that moment.

Minho captures your lips in a sloppy kiss and lets his low grunts spill into your mouth, you reckon he's just as close to his release.

You clutch at his arm as you're having a hard time keeping up with his kisses. The knot inside you tightens as he fucking you to your high and when you finally climax, you feel like exploding but in the best way possible.

It feels as if you're releasing all tension of these past few days out of you and letting Minho replaces it with something much better.

Minho's kisses brought you back to your senses and he lies next to you, spooning you without pulling out of you. Your body molds perfectly with him as if the two of you are two puzzle pieces that fit together, completing each other.

His hand slides down your arm until he meets yours and slips his fingers in between the spaces of your fingers, intertwining them, tightly, never letting go.

Minho places a sweet kiss on the nape of your neck and softly murmurs, "I'm so happy that you're home, honey."

You look at your hands laced together in front of you, see the matching red thread of fate tattoos around both of your wrists and you both got another matching one after Byeol came to your life, a small north star tattoo on the sides of your hands.

Looking at it makes you realize how far you've come, from that fated day of the two of you met at the reunion, got married and now, having a child together with him, moreover, you feel grateful for all of it.

You bring your clasped hand close to your mouth and gently kiss the back of his hand. Against the quiet of the night, you repeat his words back to him with the same amount of sincerity, "So happy to be home, honey."

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Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #seospicy upcoming post

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peach-and-bugs · 11 months

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That is very good, feeling extremely gay is the best.

While I'm here (since I was gonna request this last night/yesterday but I fell asleep), do you have any thoughts/head cannons on Adult!Yellow Jackets (whether you include cannon adult YJ's by themselves or as well as the others that died ((Jackie, Laura Lee etc)) is up to you) as parents/how they are around kids.

Just a thought, since Mama Lottie is the only thing I've been able to think about for weeks and I'm super excited for chapter 2 (no pressure on releasing it of course), and thought this would be cool.

If not don't worry I'll 100% understand if you don't xxx

-🐝

Oh my gosh, this is absolutely perfect for me, thank you so much for asking me to ramble about the girls as moms/aunts. It's my favorite thing to think about. Some of these will expand upon what I said in my SFW alphabet

Yellowjackets as parents/with kids

tw: food shame/judgment with Jackie religious themes with Laura Lee (all positive endings)

Jackie

✰ Jackie had a very strict upbringing to me. She was obsessed with being perceived as perfect and model all the time and I can only assume that was instigated by her parents (mostly her mother)

✰ She seems like the type to have kids, but she's always trying to improve upon how she grew up because she knows how that pressure feels and doesn't want that for her kids

✰ For whatever reason, I see her as a girl mom whose last kid is surprisingly a boy and she's thrown for a loop because she's so used to having girls, and having a boy is suddenly so different

✰ but as a girl mom, she tries to be really open for her daughters. She wants them to see her as just a normal person because that's how they'll then look at themselves. She's also that mom on holidays or family gatherings that lets her kids have control over what they eat

✰ I headcanon her mom was one of those almond moms who was always talking about what Jackie was eating or looked like and she's not gonna let that happen to her girls. She wants them to have a positive relationship with food from the start so they don't have to learn it like she did. She's opening up the pumpkin pie at thanksgiving before dinner is served and giving each of her kids a slice and noone can stop her

Laura Lee

✰ Laura Lee is still very involved in her church and faith in her adulthood and I can see her wanting that for her children too, but she makes it very clear that that faith for them doesn't need to be strictly Christianity. I think she'd probably take them to church when they're little, but she'd be really open to letting her kids know if that's not something they want, they can tell her they no longer want to go

✰ I can perfectly envision her as one of those moms at pride with the free mom hugs shirt on and proudly holding up her sign about how god made everyone beautiful as they are. She's also taking in any kid who needs a roof over their head and a hot meal, no questions asked

✰ I see her wanting to fully or partially home-schooling her kids. Can't really explain why, but it feels fitting

Lottie

✰ We already know a lot of how I look at Lottie as a mom, given my mama!Lottie tag and fic, Bean Sprout, but I'll never skip an opportunity to gush about her more!

✰ she's the epitome of the crunchy granola mom who's taking her kid out to the garden with her, encouraging them to dig in the dirt in their rain boots and overalls to find worms and other bugs and taking them on hikes with the dog. She's got her kid and her dog with her all the time.

✰ She's the kind of mom who wants her kid to try everything at least once, but not in a pushy way. She thinks it extremely important for confidence development that her kid knows that it's ok to try and fail because you can always get right back up again

✰ She's also really good with other people's kids. She likes watching the way kids think and the best way to see and understand that is by getting to know them on their level

Misty

✰ Misty's awkward around everyone, and that extends to kids as well, but she's a little better with kids than she is with adults. She babysat back when she was a teenager, so she still knows a thing or two

✰ part of me can see her as a mom while another part of me doesn't. I think had the crash not happened, she'd be more likely to have or adopt a kid of her own, but in the crash timeline that feels far less likely

✰ that or it's a situation where she thought she wanted to be a mom when she was growing up because "that's what everyone wants" but as she gets older she realizes that no, she really doesn't want to be a parent

✰ but I do think she enjoys being around children to some degree due to her babysitting days

Natalie

✰ So Natalie is an interesting one because my immediate reaction is always no, in no world does she like kids, but then I remember that she's actually pretty chill with kids and we see that when she goes to Kevin's son's soccer game

✰ In no way do I think she'd have a kid of her own, but she can definitely be the favorite aunt, that's for sure. She's gonna teach her friend's kids about the reality of the world, maybe how to get away with some very petty crime (but if they actually do it, she'll be pissed) and she's gonna go and take them to do the things they aren't supposed to, like getting sweets before dinner

Shauna

✰ I think Shauna prefers younger kids. She's definitely having a hard time with Callie and the teen years, but based on how she talks about Callie when she was younger, she enjoyed the younger days

✰ She seems like one of those moms who had trouble making other mom friends, but it's alright because she's go her little girl keeping her company

✰ I feel like Callie was her little mini-me, which makes her growing up harder

✰ she's definitely one of those moms who kept a baby journal when she was pregnant, writing to her baby nearly every day and she managed to keep it up throughout a good chunk of her childhood. she's planning to give it to Callie when she graduates high school

Taissa

✰ Tai gives me the vibe that having a kid wasn't something she initially considered when she was making her life plan, but now that she has Sammy she'd never go back

✰ I'm really hoping we get Sammy and Taissa again in season 3 because when she's in a good space and caring for herself she really is a good and caring mother, and it made me sad to lose that completely in season 2

✰ I personally think Samone carried Sammy and Tai stayed by her the whole time, making sure her wife got the best care she possibly could when they were in labor. After he was born and she got to hold him, she got this overwhelming feeling realizing that yeah, she's a mom now and this is her little guy to take care of

✰ she's definitely an only-child mom to me. I don't personally see her wanting another kid. can't really explain why on that one

Van

✰ Very much like Natalie, Van gives off chill aunt or step-parent energy to me. I don't see her having kids of her own, but she's definitely really good with kids. The only way I see her as a mom is if she gets into a relationship with someone who's already got a kid

✰ She'd be willing to babysit her friend's kids as Aunt Van and she loves hosting them at her house for sleepovers. Breakfast is always fun at the Palmer house, and it's guaranteed to be very sugary

✰ I mentioned it before, but I can imagine her hosting summer parties in her backyard and grilling lunch with a bunch of kids running around playing with water balloons and squirt guns

✰ she's definitely got a box or closet full of cool toys for when she has kids visit. She also loves teaching them about the movies she liked growing up and taking them out on all kinds of outings

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brookedraven · 3 months

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Think of me, that's all I ask of you (Eric Draven X Oc)

Hi, this is my first ever attempt at an Eric Draven fic, Unless requested I do use transgender males as my Oc's as I myself am a trans man and I feel the need to help represent. This is a song fic, which I have never done before, but I loved the idea of as soon as a few songs from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack inspired me!

this fic does have 18+ content, please use your best judgement when reading this. I know it's not accurate fully to the movie ( I haven't watched it in years because finding out what happened to darling Brandon Lee...I haven't been able to stomach watching it. that and I want *Happy* fics because i have enough angst in my life as it is. that being said enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of being depressed, transgender oc with female anatomy used, top surgery scars mentioned, established relationship, unprotected sex (Please practice safe sex!)

(This fic is based off the songs “Think of me.” and “All I ask of you.” From The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (one of my fave musical movies) and while it won't be true to the Crow movie because that whole movie breaks my heart and I just had to write it this way because I adore Brandon Lee, and think Eric Draven deserved better, that being said, that man and his fictional character have their hold on me like a vice, and this is the kind of things my brain makes while listening to music.Italics are flashbacks bold are phrases from the songs. With that being said, enjoy this highly inaccurate fanfic/song fic.)

Eli Brodrick had just come home from a post transition op appointment to his shared apartment with his partner, Eric Draven, only to see his love injured gravely on the floor. With tears in his eyes, Eli falls to his knees at Eric’s side, crying as he held his hand. “E-Eric..Don’t give up, please, please..” His voice was shaky and he felt the sharp lump in his throat as those beautiful eyes flutter open weakly, “Darling.. Think of me when we have said goodbye. Promise me you will think of me.” And with that, Eric had closed his eyes, heaving one last breath and falling into silence as he stilled forever. The police had come in, and started handling everything, but Eli would be forever changed. He moved to a different place, in a different part of town and had soon was just sitting lonely at night. He often would care for the young girl Sarah, who he and Eric had viewed as their daughter. Many nights she spent watching as Eli became a shell of himself, he officially swore off music, the pain of hearing anything that would remind him of Eric and his band was too great, and over time he got used to the deathly quiet atmosphere he had when his sobs had stilled.

Two days before the one year anniversary, he sat on his grave, gently rubbing the stone as he placed a single red rose upon the resting place of his love, the ring he wore that Eric had gifted him as a promise ring was hanging off a dainty silver chain and he often times, including now, rubbing it mindlessly as he thought back to Eric, and all their memories, eyes watering as Sarah sat with Eli, trying to comfort the older male who soon let out distressed sobs.

Eli dashed into Eric’s arms as the taller returned home from band practice, a grin spreading across his face as he pecked the dark haired male’s lips. “I missed you. Did you have a good time?” The way Eli asked with tender care in his voice sent pleasant shivers through Eric’s spine, the amount of care and love the trans male had for him had always surprised him, and as their love grew, so did the adoration they felt for the smallest details of each other’s personalities.

“Of course, but I missed you. I actually stopped and bought something for you on the way home.” Eric admitted, his voice husky as he spoke softly, the small box in his pocket of his jacket feeling heavy. It may have been a promise ring, but those promises were ones that hung like a glass ornament on a christmas tree, fragile, shining bright, a deep memory with a story of love and triumph held in it’s delicate sphere.

“Aww, darling Eric, you are just the sweetest.” Now only standing at five foot three, the brunette male who had only come out a month before, but after two years of knowing Eric, and one of dating Eric, who had been quietly bisexual, he tilted his head up to his handsome musician lover, “You look deep in thought, are you alright?” He mutters softly, holding the large calloused left hand in his small and soft one.

“Just thinking, my love. You know I love you, right? That you mean the world to me and from the day that we met I had promised you I would give you my entire world without a single complaint? Well, to symbolize that, I have bought you a ring, a silver band with black jewels embedded in it, though there is one red one in it, and that one is to symbolize my love for you, a beacon of light in this dark world. A promise that we will one day legally adopt Sarah, get out of here as a family, move somewhere safer, where we can live happily together. A promise that my love for you will never run out.” Eric felt tears sting at the back of his own eyes as his partner’s let his shed. The words leaving the lips of the musician warming the heart that Eli carried gently within his chest. Eric almost dropped the ring as he pulled it from the box, sliding it on the middle finger on the left hand that held his own left hand at one point.

“Oh, ‘Ric you darling, I love you so much and look forward to the day we make that promise solid.” He admired the ring, the red sapphire surrounded by onyx gems in the silver band fit him like a glove and automatically brought his mind to his lover. The way their love was like the light in the dark, how they stood as one against their world. With a kiss to seal the deal, they headed to their kitchen to share dinner before falling asleep in one another’s embrace as they lie snug under their bedsheets for another night.

Eli sniffled as he felt Sarah lay her head on his shoulder, he had adopted her, just like he and Eric had planned, she now called him dad, Eric was still her other one, just not on paper, but in both the lonely hearts, he was the other father, affectionately referred to between the two as her ‘papa’, a name she had once promised to bestow on Eric once she had been formally brought into the family.

That night, the two went home, and after their dinner, they both went their own ways to their respective rooms within the small house that they lived in across town. Eli held a picture of the three to his chest, letting tears silently slip onto the pillow in translucent drops of sorrow, like rain silently pouring from the skies. The aching in his heart never subsided, even with the knowledge he was living half of what the couple had planned only three months before Eric was taken from him. The time of the one year mark had not only quickly approached, but caused great pain to Eli, he was a present father to Sarah, but at night he silently mourned his one love alone, keeping his pain as to himself as he possibly could, trying to be strong for the young girl in his care.

Rain flowed as Sarah had been going toward the store for his dad, he needed a missing ingredient for dinner and she had offered to get it seeing as he had already had food cooking on the stove. Bumping into a figure decked in lots of black and leather, Sarah winced inwardly, afraid she would be met with anger and violence. Sarah fell to her butt, a gasp falling from her lips, the rain was pouring and she could feel a puddle seeping into her pants. “I am so sorry.” She said, trying to be strong and brave, “Stupid rain.” she mutters, the distaste of the rain clear as fresh pool water lingering in her voice.

“It can’t rain all the time.” The voice of the person towering over Sarah echoed through the silence, a deep timber that surprised the girl when it registered in her mind who it was. HE had always said that to Eli when he had a bad day, it was an iconic line that Eric had created..And now she was hearing it for the first time in a year, her eyes slowly gazing at the person who owned the voice.

Eric had crouched down to her level, showing her he would not hurt her, and that he was checking to make sure she was alright and hadn’t hit her head. “Hey Sar-bear.” Though he had white face paint with black lips that had lines through on his lips, and dark eyes with black lines, he still looked like himself, his hair falling in dark wet heaps on his shoulders, just like the young lady had remembered. Her eyes teared up, the disbelief that bubbled in her chest was overtaken by a fizz of joy, her arms wrapping around him as she let out a cry and hugged him, locking his neck in an embrace. “Eric!”

His arms wrapped around her, his eyes closing as he held her body tightly to his, like he was afraid she would disappear into thin air. He had missed her and Eli dearly, and now that he had eliminated his killers, he was able to be home with his little family again. “I missed you so much. I-is Eli ok? Are you ok?” His worries flew out of his mouth like a spray, the dad instincts kicking in rapidly as he held the small frame of the person he considered a daughter in his leather coated grasp.

“D-dad is ok, but.. He misses you Papa..Really really bad. He’s a shell of who he used to be. Stays strong in front of me and acts like any other dad, but I can always hear him crying for you.” Sarah admits sadly, the whisper she lets out made both hearts clench, she knew as painful as it was to admit, and it must have been for him to hear, it needed to be said, he needed to know they both needed him back.

“You will take me back to him right? Y-you guys weren’t at the apartment..I have been looking for you for days…and taking care of some unresolved business I guess you could say.” Eric states, the longing for the love of his life was rattling the bars of his heart, trying to escape the metaphorical cage it was enclosed in.

“Of course..We just have to get him some stuff for dinner tonight. He didn’t realize he was out until he had dinner on the stove.” Sarah confessed, a chuckle leaving Eric’s lips and her own at the typical situation that he had been known to find himself in constantly.

“Sounds about right, let's get his stuff and get back home.” Eric smiles, helping Sarah up and helping her finish the task before Eli had a heart attack at his daughter being late and letting worry destroy him.

Eli looked out the window, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as the day of the year dawned on him. An entire year of being empty without the love of his life. A year of only leaving for his appointments, to take Sarah to and from school, or grocery shopping. He refused to go to most places he once frequented with Eric, the bitter taste from being faced by the memories was too much to handle, so he left it at that. The door opened, a bit farther from the kitchen but the sound of the heavy door was still able to be heard. It had become like white noise to the young father, not bothering him in the slightest knowing it was only his daughter, Sarah, who had the key.

“Hey dad,I have something for you. Other than the pasta you needed for dinner.”

Eli could sense the anxiety in her voice, though he had yet to turn around, he could feel the looming worry she held in her speech. Though as he turned around, he was able to make out very little other than Eric before his world went dark, knees giving out like jello had replaced the joints and he had collapsed into the waiting arms of his lover.

“Sarah, turn off the stove and get a glass of water and a cool damp rag for me and meet me in the living room.” Eric said, not missing a beat as he carried his darling into the living room and gently placed him on the worn couch, a blanket soon draped over his body.

Eric couldn't help notice the dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin that was once rosie and full of life, the sinking in of his cheeks, the way his body felt so light had made eric worried that he had stopped taking care of himself mostly, it was gut wrenching, for him to realize.

“Oh my love, I'm so sorry, but I am here now, it is alright.” His voice seemed so sad.

And as Sarah came in with the requested items, she too felt her sadness pique. “He didn’t take it well at all, your death. It destroyed him.” A sigh fell upon her lips as they put the rag on her adoptive dad’s forehead, waiting for him to wake up and quietly catching Eric up on Eli and Sarah’s lives over the past year.

Eli fluttered his green eyes open, seeing his daughter by his side and holding his hand, “Hi baby, is everything ok? Did dinner get burnt?” Even after coming to, he still worried about his daughter getting food, something Eric noted had not changed in his absence.

“Everything is fine dad, you just fainted so I turned off the stove for you. E-Eric carried you in here..Papa was worried.” By the time Sarah had finished the last part of her sentence, Eric stepped from the shaddows, kneeling by the couch side with his six foot tall form.

“Hello darling. I hope I made it home in time for dinner..” His voice had been so soothing, just like when Sarah bumped into him earlier that day, only hours before. But the sound comforted Eli as he launched into the tall man’s arms and sobbed into his chest. He had missed the smell of him, the way his shoulder length hair had always tickled the side of his face and neck when the pair embraced, his warm and strong arms that often carried him just because, the way his large hands rubbed soothing circles on his back. It had all flooded back all at once, emotions high for the entire house.

Dinner had gone great, Eric and Eli finishing cooking dinner while Sarah set the table and turned on the record player, playing an old record from Eric’s band and letting the feeling of the music absorb back into her mind, truthfully, she missed the way it sounded when music reverberated through the halls of the home. And now with dinner over, and the night falling heavily on them, Sarah soon got ready for bed, bidding her two fathers who sat embraced on the couch together a good night, hugging them both and kissing their cheeks before retiring to her room where she fell asleep rather fast after such a chaotic but wholesome day.

“I really have missed this.” Eli whispers, the record player turned off under his finger tips, the two men still awake moving to the main bedroom where the two would situate themselves.

“I have too.” Eric softly admitted, wrapping his hands on his lover’s waist, under his shirt so both of them could feel the warmth from the other’s body as Eric captured Eli’s lips with his own, a passionate kiss that was long overdue being shared.

Eli dug his fingers into the dark and curly locks of the taller man, standing on his tip toes as his frame pushes impossibly closer, trying to feel all of the man in front of him. The kiss was deepening fast, tongues fighting for dominance, lips and teeth gently gnashing as the frenzied reunion heated up.

Eric removed Eli’s shirt, gently kissing over the almost two year old top surgery scars, still paying as much attention to showing their wearer just how amazing they were.

“I love you so much handsome.” He whispered.

Before either one knew it, both men were completely naked on the bed, Eric hovering over Eli, who pulled the other closer, a whisper from his lips causing Eric to smirk under the grease paint that lined his face and made him that much hotter. “That makeup makes you even sexier Mr.Draven, now hurry up and show me just how much you love me.”

Eric had stuck a lubed finger within his hole, the warmth of his boyfriend’s slick cavern fluttered, he groaned as he flicked his tongue over Eric’s clit, making intense eye contact that sent shock though Eli’s body, his entire existence on fire with passion and lust.

He added a second finger into Eli’s pussy soon enough, a delicious stretch sensation pulsing through the lower half of the man under Eric who continued to scissor him open, the lack of sex in the last year making for a slightly longer process than it used to be, not that either man minded.

“I-Im ready Eric, p-please.” The whispered whine of Eli makes the male hovering with a hand on either side of the smaller’s head, a smirk lingering on his lips as he kissed his love’s neck, sliding his erection into the waiting cunt gently, slowly, easily.

Eli dug his nails into the scarred back of Eric, a low and soft moan seeping into their bedroom walls, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, “O-oh fuck!” Hips thrusted up to meet the thrusts of the hips thrusting down, skin slapping skin soon radiating into the room’s otherwise silent air.

“O-oh Eli…Mmm I missed you..This…us.” Eric shakily whispered, feeling the gummy,wet,warm walls of his lover’s pussy squeeze around his hard cock as he moved his hands into a bruising grip on Eli’s tiny hips, though they both knew he would wear the marks with pride.

Eli flipped the two over, now riding Eric with urgency, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much he had missed him. “F-Fuck! G-gonna cum E-Eric!” Eli whines softly, eyes squeezed shut, his pussy clamping onto Eric’s cock like a vice once more as he hits his peak, finally sending Eric to his own orgasm, spilling his release into the pink velvety walls of his darling.

As the two lay curled together in bed, blankets covering their sweaty,naked bodies as they panted.

“I did think of you, every day, just like you told me too.”

“I like to think that was what brought me back.” Eric said softly, kissing the soft skin of his boyfriend’s forehead.

“How long are you gonna be back?” The younger of the two sniffled, fear panging in his heart.

“The rest of our lives.” Eric promises, gently sighing and pulling Eli ever closer.

“What will we do for the rest of for ever?”

“Love me, that’s all I ask of you.” Eric replies, both vowing their love once more before falling into a peaceful sleep that they would wake from in the morning to start a new day, together as a family of three, FOREVER.

(A/n: I hope this was ok, This is my first time writing for Eric, but the fic idea has been stuck in my head for days, and my smut while not the best, will hopefully get better with practice. This actually made me cry when I wrote it, and I was using the Phantom of the opera soundtrack while I wrote it.. I hope it is alright nonetheless. I will try to post another fic soon)

#Eric Draven x oc #Eric draven fanfic #brookewritesfanfic #the crow 1994 #brandon lee #eric draven x trans oc #crow fanfic #fanfic

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Chapter 1: Fetch

A/N: We're FINALLY ready to get started here! So excited to share my work with you guys after talking about it for so long. Each chapter will come with its own warnings, tags, etc. but the chapters are not stand-alone. It's... more just because I am a pantser and not a planner so lord knows what will happen in the future.

Pairings: M!OC x F!OC, future M!OC x Tommy Shelby

Warnings: mentions of period accurate anti-Romani racism, mental health issues, generally just being a PB fic

Summary: Tommy Shelby needs a rat for the Grand National at Aintree Racecourse. Runaway lovers Samuel Lovell and Florence-Maria Lee need the money. It's a bulletproof plan, an easy job, and a chance to make things right with the Lee family... so what other choice does Sam have?

The other Lee girl was meant to meet him along the road halfway between Haydock and Collins Green just over twenty minutes ago, according to Tommy’s pocket watch. Esme had promised Tommy that Florence-Maria would make good on her word, but her lateness was beginning to wear on his resolve. Still, he had no choice but to wait, cigarette after cigarette burning down to embers at the tips of his fingers. Thomas Shelby was a man who valued the soldierly punctuality that would have been the difference between life and death on the Front. Esme’s sister or not, Florence was still an unknown variable, and the far travels of the Lee family could prove difficult if it came to tracking the young woman down. If she did not want to be found, she would not be found.

She certainly had her fair share of reasons to balk at their meeting. If Johnny Dogs’ story was to be believed, Florence was the first to object to the deal between the Shelbys and the Lees. The sisters were best friends, the closest in age of all of Zilpha’s children. Esme was Florence’s whole world. Strike one against the Shelbys, then, for taking Esme away. John’s account of the young woman was that she was skittish and not easily comforted by the promise of peace between the families. Tommy himself remembered seeing a girl roughly Esme’s age shying away from Cousin Nipper’s offer of a dance, flinching as though a touch from their accursed family could kill. Strike two. Most compelling of all was Esme’s own warning, delivered with the pride of an older sister: Florence does not take unnecessary risks. And Tommy was asking a very, very risky favor. Strike three.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke thick and acrid as he let the wind carry his sigh away. The prospect of making this deal work was too tempting to give up now. It kept Tommy leaning against his car, resolutely opposing the strong wind buffeting his side, the slightly-too-warm late spring sunlight beating down on his jacketed shoulders. If this plan went well, the Blinders could expand to Aintree Racecourse, taking the Grand National Steeplechase and cementing a reputation in Northwest England. While their security with Solomons and his Yiddishers meant they already had a place in booming London, the idea of staking a claim on Liverpool and Manchester was tempting. Tommy was nothing if not enterprising.

A low snort alerted him to the presence of a stout black filly cresting the top of the hill before him, a petite woman astride her unsaddled back. There was no mistaking her: this was certainly Florence. Her resemblance to Esme was evident, from her upturned nose to the brunette curls brushing her shoulders. Even the way she carried herself was familiar, bearing the unmistakable poise and dignity of a daughter of Zilpha Lee. Her dismount from the horse was gentle, nearly soundless even with the oversized riding boots she wore. It wasn’t until Florence turned to face him that Tommy could see the slight curvature of her lower belly below the loose fabric of her dress. When she caught the direction of his gaze, she pulled her colorful shawl more tightly over her abdomen, frowning slightly. Ah. That certainly explained her sudden departure from the Lee family caravans. Her mother was a stern and practical woman. If Zilpha were to find out about her daughter’s pregnancy, she would likely have been married off immediately to save her girl and the family the embarrassment. Perhaps to someone she didn’t know, whom Zilpha would approve of far more than her man. Not unlike how she and I married off her sister, Tommy thought, not without a small pang of guilt.

“Thomas Shelby, then?” She called out to him from a distance, keeping herself close to her filly. God, she even sounded like her sister: birdlike and light, but with a sharp edge of wariness.

“Aye,” he responded. “Florence-Maria Lee?” She nodded, glancing over him suspiciously. Undoubtedly, she already knew about the razor blades tucked unobtrusively into the brim of his cap. That wouldn’t help matters. Slowly, Tommy removed the cap and lay it out on the hood of his car, palms raised placatingly. The tension in her shoulders unwound slightly, though there was still a stubbornness to her voice when she spoke.

“He told me this morning he didn’t want to see you,” she called out. “Said he didn’t want a part in the Peaky devils’ business.”

It wasn’t ideal, that. It was always a possibility, coming all the way out here only to be turned away by the man he’d been hoping to see. But he would be damned if he gave up now, when the North was so close to being his that he could practically taste the factory soot in the air. “What would it take to change his mind?” Florence tilted her head, silently scrutinizing some unknown detail on Tommy’s face as she brought up a hand to stroke the cheek of the little black filly. Tommy had seen this type of horse often, when he’d been young. Only broad, compact horses were strong enough to pull a vardo across miles of open plain without complaint. He wondered if this was the sort of creature that Florence’s man worked with often: sturdy, dependable, solid. Hardly the leggy, lean build of a pedigree racehorse, but it had a unique charm that was difficult to deny. Rough-hewn and efficient, they were all that was needed with none of the frills.

“She’s a beauty,” Tommy said, breaking the silence as he jutted his chin towards the horse. “What’s her name?”

Florence relaxed a bit further, allowing the little horse to press her velvety nose in the cup of her palm. “Fleet Ypres,” she responded proudly. “She’s practically his baby. Not for sale, nor barter. So don’t try.”

Tommy nodded, daring to approach the horse, who eagerly flared her nostrils to examine the newcomer. From his left jacket pocket he withdrew an envelope stuffed with money– Florence’s share of the payment for her share of the negotiating –handing it over so the woman could safely tuck it behind the plain neckline of her dress. From his right, he procured a small pink taffy, which he unwrapped and fed to the eager horse. “He fought in Belgium, then?”

She didn’t respond immediately, instead clicking her tongue at the filly so that she would sidestep closer to the wooden fence along the side of the road. Using the rails as leverage, she mounted Fleet Ypres carefully, a hand resting protectively on her small bump as she pulled herself upright and adjusted her shawl again.

“He’s in a bad way today,” she commented in lieu of an answer. “You were a soldier. You’d know how it is.”

All too well, Tommy thought bitterly, the phantom scent of thick, burnt-sweet opium smoke assaulting his nostrils at the memory of one too many sleepless nights ending in a drugged-out haze. “I’ve seen men behave in all manner of ways, coming home.”

Florence gave him a sympathetic wan smile. She held his gaze contemplatively, a furrow between her brows as another strong wind blew against her back, making Fleet Ypres shiver and shift her balance. Her comfort with silence struck Tommy as unusual. Growing up in a household as crowded and hectic as his own, it was difficult to develop the patience to be so still. Florence, despite her own large, close-quartered family, seemed to possess this affinity for quiet. He respected that; it took discipline and an even temperament. She was exactly the type of person Tommy could rely on to keep this negotiation running smoothly.

A creeping chill settled over them as a thick cloud blotted out the midday sun. In the overcast light, he could see where Florence had become different from her older sister. Where Esme’s defiant gaze was fueled by stubbornness and fire, the younger Lee girl held a quiet desperation behind her cautious dark eyes. Her cheeks were beginning to sharpen despite her youthfully round face, something he’d learned to recognize when food was scarce and his younger brothers were at risk of going hungry for too many nights in a row. The combination of these factors would have typically made him wary, like some sort of primordial survival instinct developed to recognize when a person was at their breaking point. Once again, the girl (consciously or not, Tommy wasn’t sure) protectively rested a hand on her lower belly. No, he thought, not a threat. Someone in her position wouldn’t risk ruining the offer he’d laid out for her.

Florence was the first to break the silence with a resigned huff and a shrug, the tips of her ears pinking with the confession: “Fine, let’s go then.”

Tommy blinked. “Pardon?”

“He’s waiting to speak to you. I needed to vet you out first.” Florence gave him another critical once-over, waiting on his reaction. “Sorry for the delay, Mr. Shelby.”

It took a moment for Tommy to realize what Florence was saying. Then, half a second later, that she’d been misleading him on purpose. The mix between relief that the tension had broken and irritation that she’d outmaneuvered him must have shown on his face, judging by the slight cheeky smirk the Lee girl was struggling to suppress. Sorry my arse, he thought. You’ve been conducting this conversation to the exact tune you wanted. I just happened to sing in key. “Very well,” he sighed, turning towards his car and placing his hat neatly back on his head. “Alright. You have the money, now I’ll need the address.”

Florence scoffed, as if the very idea of such a thing was ridiculous. “There’s no address, Mr. Shelby.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

She turned Ypres back down the road she’d rode in on, the horse’s long tail catching the breeze in an unexpectedly graceful about-face. “If you’re going to find Sam Lovell,” she shouted over her shoulder, “you’re going to need to think like Sam Lovell.” Fleet Ypres kicked up a cloud of dust behind her as she cantered off, leaving Tommy to hop into the driver’s seat and start the ignition on his Model-T.

Fuck’s sake. He knew enough about Sam to know exactly where she was headed. He would need to follow behind quickly and keep his eyes peeled for a little red vardo, the one that had gone missing from the Lee caravans just a few months ago. That was the last Zilpha had seen of her daughter, and the last anyone had seen of the elusive Samuel Lovell. From what Esme had said of him, perhaps that’s been for the best. With that thought in mind, he sped off down the dirt path, following Florence’s lead.

At a canter, the horse wasn’t overly fast, but she had a steady gait. That speed wouldn’t do on the track, Tommy reasoned, but it was well enough for a caravan horse. Certainly well enough for Florence, who rode at least ten lengths from the car without a second glance behind her or an ounce of concern for her delicate condition. Even with the rumble of the car engine just out of sight, something startling to a horse with little to no city experience to be heard of, the little filly kept her course without a hint of anxiety. Bomb-proof, he thought, and a wave of relief brought a smile to his face. A horse like that could only come from a handler of integrity, a man who understood mutual respect. The type of man Tommy could do business with and walk away from without sweating over the fear of a bullet in his back.

The path Florence took him down grew dusty and dotted with sparse patches of grass, leading them away from the main road to Haydock. Past here, only tip carts and sure-footed horses disturbed the dirt, the natural grooves in the earth rattling the chassis of the automobile as it sped carelessly over each bump. Tommy could just make out forked sticks left in the grass along the trail as patrin signs urging fellow travelers onward, indicating safe passage and friendly company up ahead.

Just as sunlight broke through the cloud cover, the road curved around a copse of thin trees to reveal their destination: a small, red vardo bedecked with hand-painted blue and yellow flowers. Outside sat a tent and cooking fire, and just before that was another horse tied to a stake in the ground. The chestnut gelding was snorting and pawing at the ground, ears tilted back in warning as a tall, dark-haired man stood patiently outside of kicking range. Florence slowed Fleet Ypres to a stop to dismount by the vardo, and Tommy pulled to the side of the road, closing the car door behind him as gently as he could so as not to unsettle the hotheaded gelding further.

Florence and the man– Sam, he presumed –conversed in hushed Angloromani, darting furtive glances back at Tommy as he approached. With one last reassurance that he was fine, that the state he’d woken in had passed, Sam kissed Florence’s forehead sweetly.

His eyes were the first thing Tommy noticed. Large and dove grey, they gave Sam a distinctly melancholy appearance, like the sky just before a downpour. The bruise-dark circles just below stuck out harshly against pale, sallow skin. Despite this, Tommy couldn’t find himself to be put off by his appearance. Sickly and unassuming as he seemed, he didn’t shy away from Tommy’s gaze. Call it simple intuition or call it recognition of a fellow soldier, but Tommy could tell that this man was not the same one who had enlisted. He must’ve been handsome before the war.

“Mr. Shelby,” Sam greeted, wiping his calloused palms on his farrier’s apron. Tommy removed his driving gloves, shaking his hand firmly. “Sam Lovell. Henry’s son.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Samuel. Good to finally see the man I’ve been hearing of,” Tommy drawled, stepping back to take a look at the gelding as a whinny pierced the air. “And this is?”

Sam huffed, shaking his head. “Meska. Danny Lee’s new horse.” He rounded the gelding’s front and patted him firmly on the neck, despite the horse’s loud snorting. “He was sold with an abscess under the left back hoof. Danny-boy dropped him here a while ago to go, ah… have a word with the seller,” Sam looked askance at Tommy, quirking an eyebrow knowingly. “And to deliver a message from the Peaky Blinders. But you knew that already.”

Tommy pulled out a cigarette for himself, offering one to Sam. He declined. Instead, the man reached into his back pocket and revealed two slices of dried red apple wrapped in a handkerchief, popping one in his mouth and letting the horse cautiously eat the other from the palm of his hand. “Gave up smokes after the war. Gives me the shakes.” He sniffed and cleared his throat, trailing a hand along the gelding’s flank until he reached the troublesome hoof, bandaged and padded. “This’ll take some time. He’s got an attitude, won’t let me near without a fair bit of bribery. But he oughta be good for riding by the Appleby fair, God permitting.”

“You’re still a godly man after everything, Samuel?” Tommy lit his cigarette, letting it hang from his mouth as smoke curled around his head.

It was an innocent question, nothing more than a weak attempt at peeling back the layers of Sam’s guarded past, but it earned him a glare as cold and dead as still water in the trenches. Perhaps it was the change in light, the overcast above thickening as it cloaked the sun, but the circles under his eyes seemed to grow darker, deep and sunken. The man's lips were chapped and anxiously bitten to scabbing in places. It didn’t take a soldier’s experience to know that Sam was exhausted, laden with the kind of weight that didn’t shake with a good night’s sleep. If he could even manage such a thing, he thought. Tommy had seen men fall victim to their own minds with a lack of sleep in the Somme, going skittish and paranoid like cornered animals. Yet the look in Sam’s eyes wasn’t desperate, but fixed. Focused. It was a dizzying thing to be the subject of.

“You keep calling me Samuel,” he muttered, the ghost of a scouse accent coating his words as he stepped into Tommy’s space, breathing in his smoke. “God has heard, it means. D’you think God heard me in Ypres?” He leaned in close, right next to Tommy’s ear, lowering his voice to just a whisper. “Because I’ll tell you a secret, Tom. I did a lot of begging for it all to stop.”

Tommy steeled himself, slowed his breathing. It would do him no good to give in to the discomfort and back away, to put distance between himself and the war being stirred up in Sam’s brain. Whatever battle Sam had been fighting this morning had evidently not been won as easily as he’d told Florence it had. While Tommy did not come here looking for a confrontation, it was difficult to determine if Sam knew as much– or, rather, whether his mind could recognize the difference between friend and foe so far into this waking nightmare. The way he spat out God’s name felt like a provocation, tempting Tommy to fight back just to give Sam a reason to bite. Besides the fact that he and the heavens were no longer on speaking terms, Tommy knew better than to escalate. Knew that this was just the jagged edge the Western Front had left behind when it ripped Sam away from the safety of home. Something in the tension the other man held, an anticipatory rigor, told him that he had to keep playing his part in the verbal standoff if he wanted this conversation to go anywhere. He had to meet the soldier where he was at, even if that place was a trench only Sam could see. “And did God answer?”

Sam was the one to back up, hunching slightly to grin sardonically with that same ghostly eye contact. “Oh, yes. He sent me a bullet, right here,” He tapped a rib on his right side. “Nearly sent me up to my maker, it did. But the week I was due back on the front lines, the war ended. Lucky me.” He straightened up but didn’t move farther, just glared down at him like a priest at the pulpit. “So yeah, you could say that I’m a proper faithful man, Thomas.” Don’t fucking ask again, his tone said.

“Good.” Tommy looked him up and down slowly. Analytically. Waiting for the bite to follow his bark. “I like to see devotion.”

Sam’s nostrils flared, betraying his irritation that the older man would not stand down. He cut an imposing figure, Tommy had to admit. It was a shame how hard he tried to shrink into himself before this disruption, lean limbs pulled in and shoulders hunched as though he could hide in plain sight. This, in contrast, this…intensity was a force to be reckoned with. This was someone Tommy could use on his side. He had to teach him to harness that anger, refine him the same way he honed Arthur to a razor-sharp edge and wielded him like a weapon. Break him the way he might break a horse. Train him the way he might train a bloodhound. Their eye contact held until Florence stepped into his peripheral, a hand on Sam’s shoulder to guide him back gently. She whispered a question to him, inaudible over the sound of the gelding’s concerned huffs, to which he responded with a tight smile and slight shake of the head. The warm glow of Tommy’s cigarette quickly reached his lips, and he crushed the butt of it into the dirt with the heel of his shoe.

They didn’t have money, that much was clear. Between Sam’s unhealthy pallor and the frayed hem on Florence’s dress, they gave the impression of a couple working themselves ragged in an attempt to make ends meet. Tommy’s offer could get them out of the cold for the winter, put them up in a flat in the city where the factories could use a blacksmith. That wouldn’t appeal so much to someone like Sam, accustomed as he was to clean, fresh air and the sensitivities of horses, but it was work. Work meant food on the table. That realization must have reached Sam while he listened to Florence, because something like dread settled over his face as he took in the difference in their appearances: Tommy, clean-cut and offering him a job, and Sam, hunger gnawing behind his ribcage and no family left to take shelter with.

“Alright,” Sam returned to Tommy, the ice beginning to melt away from his pale eyes. “I’ll consider doing business with you, but it’ll be no tricks, aye? If I don’t like your plan, or if you change shit up on me day-of, I walk. Got a deal?”

Tommy nodded, emboldened by this show of trust. “Deal.”

Each man spat into his bare palm, and they shook on it.

Sam did not like Tommy. Not at first, at least. He carried himself as if he weren’t the upstart head of a Brummie street gang; an ill-fitting hand-me-down from his father that he had only just grown into, if he’d heard correctly. The tailored suit and shiny dress shoes were a poor fit for the dusty country road, as though he’d been planning to meet over crystal tumblers of gin and tonic at a fucking white tablecloth restaurant rather than the middle of a field miles from anything resembling a town. Sam had no such pretenses. Tommy knew he was just a farrier, knew he was the son of a farrier, knew he was dirt poor and barely scraping by even without the baby. But if Tommy wanted to flaunt his new status and play at the image of old money, he could go right on ahead. It cost him nothing when Sam knew he could see right through it.

Sam had to give him credit for one thing, though– he was a good businessman. The plan was solid, and the offer was just steep enough to be tempting while realistic enough to be trustworthy. He hardly had to act to fill the role he’d been set to play, just keep his eyes and ears open and his mouth shut at Aintree Racecourse. Tommy needed someone to integrate into the regular staff of farriers, veterinarians, trainers, and stableboys milling about the racecourse over the course of the two weeks leading up to the race, learning the ins and outs of the venue and discovering the weak points in security. After every few days he’d report to their go-between, Paul Knight– which he was sure was not the man’s real name –who was identifiable as a big bloke missing half a pinkie who would wait for him at the Queens Arms pub. But on Grand National day, his role would be the silent, inconspicuous observer posing as yet another nameless grunt in the stables, tracking the movements of every piece on the chessboard: the jockeys, the coppers, the bookies. Up until the minutes before the races start. From the bar, he’d create a distraction: a staged fight with another of the Blinders over something stupid and typical, like betting or women or offhand remarks. He’d involve others. Make a scene. And, with the Blinders’ help, their scuffle would escalate into an all-out pub brawl. The coppers would have no choice but to flood the scene just to untangle the whole mess, and Sam would flee. With no coppers and no eyes on the bookies, the Blinders could burn their permits and rob them of their earnings. A variation on the Epsom scheme, Tommy had said. A modus operandi in the making.

With the price Tommy was willing to pay for his cooperation, it was impossible to say no. He had a child on the way, a family to look after, a home to be the man of. There was already no other choice for him. The age of automobiles was upon him, and the type of people who could afford to pay good money for a good farrier were no longer the people who required his services. He wouldn’t be many clients’ first choice; it was easier to send the Rrom on his way and pay a higher price for someone whose parentage they respected. Anyone who wasn’t like him.

So there was no other choice. That’s what he told himself. It’s what he told Florence, later, when they were alone and settling in for the night. There was no other choice, and the money would be enough to keep them afloat, and she deserved to rest while he made things work. That he would take care of her. That he always did.

“Fia,” he whispered to her, fingers carding through her curls. Long ago, Florence-Maria became just Fia, and the name had stuck tighter than a burr in a wild colt’s mane. “Fia, listen. It’s just one job.”

She sighed, one heaping lungful of air saying more than words could. When it was just the two of them, words were hardly necessary anyway. “It’s always just one job with those men,” she muttered into his bare chest, “and then before you know it it’s just another job. And another. And a horse. And a few guns. And some cash. And a night in a cell.” And your big sister, he thought. It went unspoken.

“Yeah, well, next time I’ll just tell ‘em to fuck off.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just this time, I’ll do it. It’s not much effort, and a lot of money besides. The racecourse’ll pay me for the honest work on top of that. They’ll be none the wiser.”

She pouted. Sam couldn’t see it, but he could certainly feel it against his skin, the way her jaw tightened and her lower lip stuck out just slightly. He resisted the urge to poke that scowl, just to make her laugh. Something about this moment felt like no laughing matter.

After a moment of silence, she spoke up, her voice small and quiet: “I didn’t like the way he talked to you.”

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes with the confidence of a man who knew he couldn’t be seen from her angle. “He hardly did, Fia. Puffed himself up like a rooster and said the vaguest shit you ever did hear, then it was right to business.”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you, then,” she moved, propping herself up with a hand on her cheek so that her chin rested on his shoulder. “Like you were a horse at auction.”

Like a piece of meat, more like. He shuddered. “And what if you’re wrong, eh? What if I do my job and go on my way, and the Peaky Blinders just leave us be?”

Florence shrugged, still skeptical. “Well, if I’m proven wrong, then I’m wrong.”

“My Fia? Proven wrong?” Sam gaped at her, gasping dramatically. “Hell might freeze over before I hear you admit that.” “Wanker.” That, at least, provoked a snort and a poorly-restrained grin to break out over her face. She wriggled up until she was partially propped upright by the pillows behind her, then took Sam’s hand and placed it right over her bump. A flicker of sadness shone behind her eyes for half a second. “Just… don’t let them keep you from being her father, alright?”

Sam grinned, scooting so that they were close again. “Her? You’re convinced we’re having a girl?”

“Oh, we are.”

“Nah, we’re having a boy. I know because I prayed.” He pressed his palms together and looked skyward, “Oh please God, send me a son! Send me a son so that I’m not stuck being nagged by two mares and a daughter and a wife all at the same time–”

She cackled, leaning down and bumping their foreheads together. “Sam, you can’t just say I’m your wife!”

“Gotta say that to keep the Big Man happy, eh?” Sam rolled so that he was hovering over her, nose-to-nose. “How else am I gonna get my prayers answered? Not with sex out of wedlock and spiriting you away from home, that’s for sure.”

That golden smile of hers deflated slowly, turning bittersweet as she stroked an overgrown lock of black hair away from his forehead. Ah. So that’s what this was about.

Sam sat back on his heels, taking her slender, work-calloused hands between his own. “Hey. Hey,” he waited until she was focusing on him, brown eyes meeting grey. “It’ll be okay, Fia. Esme’s the one who had Danny bring you the letter, wasn’t she? And besides, he left his new horse here, yeah?”

She nodded slowly, eyes glistening.

“Right. And if she was angry with you, or if your mum was angry with you… do you think they’d go and do that?”

Florence sniffled, shaking her head vehemently. “They hold grudges.”

Sam smiled. “Reminds me of someone I know. Fia, if your mum holds grudges, and Esme holds grudges, and Danny– bless his little arse-kissing heart –was sent all the way up here just to draw us into the Shelby family nonsense and then ‘borrow’ your mare while I doctored his proud-cut devil of a horse… do you really think they’d be upset at hearing from you?”

Florence sighed, reluctantly shaking her head no. Sam was sympathetic to her anxieties. It was world-shaking for her, finding out she was pregnant so soon after her best friend and older sister left home with a gangster. Their decision to leave in a stolen vardo when her monthly was late was impulsive, but not terribly unexpected. She’d threatened as much a number of times when Zilpha had told her that under no circumstances was she to marry the troubled boy from the troubled family in Liverpool. If Zilpha only knew the truth, her answer might’ve been different, he thought ruefully. It aggravated him, to think that they couldn’t see the way that he cared for her. That he would protect her. Love her. Do anything for her. Would they see that, if they knew why they’d run?

“They’ll have to figure it out eventually. You know that, right?” He tried to control his tone, struggling to keep the accusation out of his voice. Will you tell Esme? Will you tell Danny? Will you tell your mother?

Are you ashamed of me? Should I be ashamed of myself?

Florence rolled onto her side, curling up protectively. “I don’t want to go on about it, Sam. Not right now. I don’t feel well.”

Please tell me you aren’t ashamed.

He let out the breath he’d been holding. “That’s okay,” he said instead, lying down to hold her back against his chest. “We’ll figure it out when we get there. I promise.”

The tension in Florence’s shoulders evened out as sleep overcame her. Sam stayed awake, watching her breathe until the sun rose.

#fic: sic em #oc: samuel lovell #oc: florence-maria lee #peaky blinders #peaky blinders oc #peaky blinders fanfic

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ladylooch · 8 months

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B, my love! I would like to make a request with Timo, Emma and Lio: the first time Timo skated with Lio 🥺

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A/N: BBY! Okay! So, I wrote this out here. It wasn't on the series page. My B. BUT! How about we take this and give a lil twist to when Lio played hockey for the first time? Also, I’m working on a piece for what you sent in earlier this week.. it’s already 2k words so… yeah I’m getting carried away as per usual.

“Foot up.” Timo taps his thigh at our son. Lio kicks up his skate, looking at the bulge of his shin pad beneath his hockey sock. He’s stuffed into all of his gear, head looking entirely too small for his bulky body.

“Mama, I’m playing hockey.” He reminds me for the fifteenth time.

“I know, baby. With daddy and Uncle Neeks.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking at where Nico is holding Lucie. She looks extremely annoyed under her helmet. She has not taken to skating like Nico had hoped. Plus, her daddy took her pig tails out to put her helmet on and that just won’t do for his little girl. “Liv is too little to skate.”

“Yep. When she’s big, she can join.” I nod. Lio furrows his eyebrows like he doesn’t want that.

“Other foot.” Timo asks, clamping his knees around the new one.

“Ouch.” Lio whines when the laces tighten against the tongue of his skate.

“Gotta be tight, baby.” Timo assures him.

“But not too tight.” I say to my husband. Timo pauses from tightening the laces and looks at me. “Yep. You’re right. You know better than me.” I put my hands back on Liv in her carrier, dropping kisses to her brown hair.

“He needs the tightness for support.” Timo grumbles. I purse my lips to hide a laugh.

“Don’t want him looking like Bambi out there.” Nico pipes in.

“If he does, he gets it from his mom.” Timo chuckles. “But she’s so good at looking pretty in the stands with my name on her, so it’s okay.” He stands to his full height, towering over me in his skates. He steps closer so I have to tilt back even further. His large palm comes to Liv’s head as he leans down to kiss me. I can’t help the reaction my body has to his towering presence and the sweetness of him being a daddy to our babies. I grip the back of his neck to hold him to my mouth, letting my tongue glide into his mouth.

“Daddy! Let’s go!” Lio hustles towards the door, struggling to open the metal door and hold his stick. Timo ignores our son, kissing me back harder.

“I got it, Lee.” Nico murmurs, walking around where my husband and I shamelessly make out. Liv begins to awaken against my chest, which finally breaks us apart.

“She needs to eat. And now I’m going to miss you four on the ice.” I can’t help but pout.

“Just come out. I’ll give you my jacket.” He shrugs it off, draping it around my shoulders. He grabs his practice jersey hanging in his stall, pulling that over his head instead.

Timo and I walk out to the bench. He steps on the ice where Nico, Lio, and Lucie already are. Lexi stayed home today because “She’s too cranky and pregnant.” She’s due any day with their second daughter.

“Lee!” Timo calls to him, then passes a puck to his stick gently. It is right on and Lio grins as he catches it perfectly on the black tape.

“Mama! I’m playing hockey!” He yells across the ice.

“He’s playing hockey!!!!!” Nico exclaims next to me on the ice after I get Liv situated for her feeding.

“I see, baby! Go shoot it.” Lio nods, then puts his head down and barrels his way across the ice. Timo follows him down.

“Look before you shoot.” Timo encourages as he follows him down. Lio takes a peek, then launches the puck into the thick padding at the back of the net. “He scores!!!!” Timo yells into the empty arena.

“What’s your celly?!” Nico yells. “Do it!” Lio throws both hands up in the air, hoots, then lifts his knee up in a punch to the air. He wobbles a bit, but regains his footing quickly. He’s already a great skater. Both Timo and Nico think he has real, natural talent. All I care about is the huge, happy smile on his face when he skates.

“The New Jersey Devils are Stanley Cup Champions!” Lio squeals as Timo follows him into the corner to mob him. Lio’s giggles carry across the ice to me.

Soon, more, over the top celebrations ensue as Lio continues to tuck the puck into the net.

Lucie quickly gives up on the idea of skating, but she seems content sitting next to me and watching. Liv finishes eating and after a burp and a diaper change, she is dozing off in her carrier again. Lio keeps skating and skating and skating, long after everyone else is on the bench, waiting for him to lose steam.

“I think we’re going to have to make him get off.” I chuckle. “He’s like his uncle that way.”

“All your waiting paid off, no?” Nico asks, adjusting where Lucie is laying against his thigh, watching a show on Netflix. “Got you a husband.”

“Yes, I owe you my entire life.” I roll my eyes at Nico.

“We would have found each other.” Timo insists. “Even without you.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders. “We were meant to be.” After a smooch, he pulls away to call to Lio. “Buddy it’s time to go home.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Emma x Timo Meier

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danversxluthor · 10 months

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The Super Blues (Pt. 4) -- REWRITE

Kara nearly broke the sound barrier as she flew to Alex’s location on the bridge. Alex was crouched down pulling her jacket over the blond girl who was shivering curled up in a ball up against the bridge railing. The girl was a far cry from the lively niece Alex had seen grow up before her very eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’ve been so worried. You’re not in any trouble, we just want to help Lori.” Lori didn’t respond, she just continued to shiver with her face tucked into her knees.

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Where am I? was the first thought that came to Lori as she started feeling the world around her once again. It was as if she was waking from a trance. Her body felt foreign. The shivering teen could hear her aunt’s familiar voice but was still feeling rather disoriented.

The teen’s shivering got worse the more aware the teen got. As the blood started rushing back to her, Lori remembered the events of the day -- but the walk was all a blur.

Did she really ditch school? Oh no - it was real! I missed class! Oh roa - jeju and mom are going to be so mad. Every thought of failure and disappointment swarmed Lori’s mind. She felt like she was suffocating and desperately tried to catch her breath. She tried to claw at her neck and chest, shrugging her aunt’s warm jacket off in the process.

“Lori, hey, just breath kiddo.” Alex tried to get the young teen to calm herself to no avail.

Kara’s heart was broken at seeing her little girl shivering with Alex crouched down trying to calm the teen. The super landed as gently as she could so as not to startle the pair. Lori was so overwhelmed that she didn’t hear the soft thud of boots hitting the ground. Alex looked up and gave Kara a nod and moved to make room for Kara.

“Lor,” Kara gently says as she crouches down to where her daughter is on the ground, “Lori, hey, its ok. You’re ok.” But, Lori doesn't seem to hear her. Kara is no stranger to panic attacks. She’s experienced several of her own and had to talk Lena through attacks in the past.

“Breath Lori, just listen to my voice and breath.” Kara says as calmly as she possibly can. Kara continues her message, and solely Lori starts to calm herself.

When Lori is finally out of the fog of panic, she’s reminded why she is here and why her Jeju is here. Her Jeju should be out saving other people, people who really need help, but instead Lori had to let her own problems take front and center. She should be stronger than this - she’s a Davers-Luthor after all. The shame and guilt hung over the teen - she couldn’t even look her Jeju in the eye.

“Lori, hey kiddo, is it ok if I pick you up?” Kara wanted nothing more than to wrap her daughter in her cape and rush her home to Lena to be checked out, but she also knew Lori was in a fragile state. The teen nodded her ascent, and they were off toward home.

“I’ve got you, Lor.” Kara lifted Lori gently off the ground and immediately Lori clung to her Jeju, still shaking from the cold.

“Just take deep breaths. Let's get you home.” Kara warped her cape around the freezing teen before lifting off. By the time the pair landed on the balcony, Lori was in a restless, shivering sleep in her Jeju’s arms.

“Oh, thank roa,” Lena swung the balcony doors open letting the cold night air and Kara come straight through.

“What– is she– what happened? Is she hurt?” a million questions and scenarios of what could have happened were running through the CEO’s mind. Kara carefully set their daughter on the couch but was stuck when she realized Lori still had her cape in a death grip.

“She’s freezing cold, Lee. Can you grab a few blankets to get her warmed up?” Kara asked in a calm voice, trying to bring Lena down from her anxiety. Kara gently releases her cape from Lori’s grip and starts piling on warm blankets.

When they get Lori setted, Lena askes once again for details of what happened out there. But before Kara could answer, the young blond turned over and started to stir.

“Jeju? Mom?” Lori said in a tired groggy voice.

“Lori, hey baby.” Lena said gently brushing blond hair from Lori’s sweaty forehead.

“What–?” Lori felt out of place, not in her body but also not out of her body. She didn’t even know what questions to ask. Kara and Lena looked at each other with worry. They didn’t have a handbook for this situation. They didn’t quite know what this situation was.

“It's ok, Lor. You’re safe.” Kara sat next to her daughter and pulled the blanket Lori had previously pushed off back up the teen’s arm.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Lena asked in full doctor mode. Sure, she wanted to know what happened and why Lori ran off, but Lori’s health was a more pressing matter at the moment. The young blonde was silent for a long moment, taking stock of her body and her surroundings.

“I-- I’m-- I--” Lori stuttered. She didn’t know how she felt. Numb, alien, dreaming, wrong -- these were all Lori’s feelings but they weren’t the right answer. Lori had already put her moms through hell, she needed to give the right answer. So, Lori settled for the next best thing - deflect. “I’m sorry.” Lori said flatly.

“Lori, we’re not mad. We just want to help. Please let us help you.” Kara begged, brushing a stray blond hair from Lori’s face.

Oh, no. I gave the wrong answer. I’m so stupid. How to fix this? How to fix this? All my fault. So weak. Lori’s mind was spiraling once again. She felt her chest tightening again. The blanket was all of the sudden boa constrictor, getting tighter and tighter.

Kara could hear the uptick in Lori’s heartbeat and quickly stepped in to calm her daughter.

“Its ok, Lor. Just breath. In and out.” Lori closed her eyes and listened to her Jeju’s calming voice. The teen started to come down and exhaustion was once again taking over. Lena and Kara decided not to press Lori any further. This discussion could wait for another day. Right now, Lori needed rest.

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After Kara carried their oldest to bed, she returned to her own bedroom to find Lena still at work on her tablet. “What are you doing babe? You should get some rest. We have to be up in a few hours anyway.”

“I just need to understand what happened out there.” Lena looked up at her wife. “What was she doing out there?”

“I don’t know. Alex found her halfway across the bridge.” Kara took a deep breath, remembering the sight of the small blonde curled up against the bridge railing. “She didn’t say much. She just seemed tired and cold… and scared.” Kara ran her hands through her hair, completely at a loss for what to do next when there were so many unanswered questions.

“The surveillance videos aren’t very helpful either. She just walks and walks. I don’t get it.” Lena rubbed at her tired eyes.

“I think we need to get some rest. We won’t get anywhere until we talk to Lori.” Kara leaned over and kissed her wife on the head as she slid the tablet out of Lena’s hands.

“I see what you did there…” Lena says sleepily.

“Wait…” Kara perked up and walked to the bedroom door. Lori should be sound asleep, why in the world would she be getting up already. But when Kara peered out the bedroom door, she couldn't help but feel a little more relief and love for her family.

“Not tonight, little one.” Kara guided a sleepy El from almost entering Lori’s room back to her own room and tucked her youngest in bed. El didn’t fight it. She just wanted to see her big sister. Before Kara could leave though, El caught her wrist and looked up at her Jeju with a frown.

“L-Lori?” El asked in a sleepy voice.

“She’s home safe, Ellie. But she needs her rest, just like you.” Kara kissed the young teen on the forehead and said goodnight.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#supercorp #supercorpkid #baby!danvers #little!luthor #supergirl

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memoriesoftanalorr · 1 year

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Author note: Didn't know my fav rock singer Jared Leto get into Spider-Man related movie. He's portrayed Michael Morbius the Living Vampire! As a kid I watched that Spider Man cartoon and as a kid I was sympathetic towards dramatic and tragic antihero right huh? I don't really into vampires in movies huh said the one who owns Interview with a vampire book, by the way didn't read it yet. But he's so badass, I'm in love and I'm bet that's a good movie. So plus I'm upset so here I wanna write Morbius x teen female reader, wanna write something like father figure/daughter figure love instead, asexual vibes as always. Sorry if this is not that good, I'm on my phone huh. Sets a bit after the events of the movie and I'm actually don't want Morbius get info jail, how about to make it a bit different storyline. It's all because I feel sympathy to him. X3 kinda self-insert but slightly. Ghost by Jacob Lee, listen to his music, he's great. Also lately listening to some songs of 30 seconds to Mars XD X3

Summary: Y/n is a 17 years old teenager who grieving about her mother who gets sick badly two years ago, she's kind and curious and hardworking student at college also Y/n is emotional empath, one day Morbius meets the girl at one of the New York city streets and getting a random chat but somehow the two liked each other and later on becoming friends. When Michael reveals that he's vampire, Y/N get shocked but she's didn't get scared much and she will not leave him but it's complicated since Michael decide to get distant from Y/n for her safety.

Tittle: Ghost (Michael Morbius x Teen Female Reader)

Ghost, I see you standing there Don't turn away, I want you to stay Ghost, what's your name? Why so surprised? I'm interested

You're just a soul that blends into the crowd I hear you so loud no one else hears a sound You reach out your hand no one else feels a thing And I'm just a stranger who could be a friend

You could have been so great I won't let you slip away Is there any hope for us left Even a ghost needs a friend You could have been someone But you let them into your head I want you to know this instead That I see the light in your chest

Ghost, where you from? I can take you away, so far away Ghost, I'll make sure they all see The kind of man, that you can be

Open your lungs and inhale my words I see in your eyes a reflection of hurt The book in your mind hasn't come to an end There's always a page, that hasn't been read

Your heart, it beats Forever, forever, we see I will believe But there's a ghost in me Your lungs they breathe Forever, forever, we see I will believe

Y/n wearing denim jacket with a shirt and jeans and boots, she is coming back home from the college at the afternoon in crowded New York city street. Her phone starts ringing and Y/n pick it. She talking on the phone with a low and upset voice, "Hey, auntie. I'm just tired, I'm on my way home, everything is okay." Y/n waiting over the bus stop, she sat on the bench and reading something. Morbius quenched his bloodlust for a while and hides in the shadows, he is wearing a jacket with a hood. Suddenly he was distracted by your voice, he listened carefully. Your voice was tired but soft, like a lovely melody. He smiled and glanced at you. Y/n get into the bus, still holding her textbook and reading.

Y/n entered the house, locked the door and then she began to wash her hands in the bathroom and change her clothes. Her bag was on the sofa. Y/n come inside her bedroom then seat down over her desk, she started doing her homework. At the dinner time her dad is come home after the work day. Y/n said hello to him but both of them didn't talk much, he is rude and stern man that sometimes didn't ever want to listen his own daughter. That upsetting her sometimes and after that her mother get in coma two years ago, sometimes she feels herself lonely and depressed. Y/n washed the dishes, get a shower and get to bed.

On the next morning you went to college, everything was well but at the end of the day one of your classmates insulting you. "How's your mother is doing?" She was so fake that this was so disgusting to you. "I know you're asking not because you're care about me, you're so fake and my empathy says so." Y/n answered sharply. "Yeah, yeah. So why you're not crying? It was a long time since that day, you loved her so much, don't you?" Your classmate replied with a sly smile. "I don't get any news how's she and we're fine and that's the most important so shut up!" Y/n runned away. "Go on, run but it's doesn't change anything." Your classmate about to catch your arm but you're shrugged her hand away. "Leave me alone!" Y/n screamed at her. When you reached the bus stop, you sat on the bench and cry your heart out. Morbius hears your heartbeat and crying from the distance and he wanted to help you something. Y/n crying hiding her face with her hands, someone sat on the bench beside her, "Are you okay, miss? Can I help you something?" A man asked a girl. "I don't think you can help me, sir…" Y/n wiped her tears and glanced at the man, he has jacket with a hoodie, his sapphire blue eyes charms you immediately. Somehow you have a feeling that you felt his presence before and that was weird and mysterious. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, we're actually strangers to each other." Morbius told you. "Oh, I think I can tell you. I'm crying because I'm upset… My mother get in coma two years ago and my mean classmate reminded me that." Somebow you're feel comfortable around that man, he has a calm and strong aura. "I'm sorry, miss." He patted your shoulder gently. "Uhm, thanks." Y/n looked at him with a small smile.

"I hope you'll get through this." Man replied. "Uhm, can I ask you… Could I see you before somewhere? I just have a feeling that I know you." Y/n said shyly. "I don't think so. But I'd love to know such a lovely young lady. I am Dr. Michael Morbius. Nice to meet you." "Oh, I'm honored to meet with such a bright scientist! My name is Y/n, nice to meet you." Y/n said excitedly. "What a wonderful name. Can I lead you home? it's a really late now." Michael asked you. "Oh, my house is not so far from where we are though, just a few several bus stops." Y/n blushes. Michael suddenly struggled but then he follow you on a empty bus. You thought he just didn't want the attention from the other people, they're could ask him questions about his research, he's famous after all. When you and Michael came up to your house, he said goodbye to you and you waved to him and entered the house. After dinner before going to bed you thinking of Morbius, it's was a really interesting meeting and a bit mysterious too but you didn't figure out what exactly make you feel this way.

At the weekend, a girl decided to take a walk and relax, she went along the familiar New York street, Y/n decided to go to the park. You sat down on the grass and began to dream about something, you had a pocket radio with you and turned it on to listen to the news or about the weather. On the radio, the announcer said it was going to rain soon and you didn't have an umbrella with you. You think a little and went to the city, you had a favorite abandoned house where sometimes you hide when you were sad.

A girl noticed someone in the rain, it was Morbius. Y/n glanced at him, "Dr. Morbius? What are you doing here?" you asked. "That's a long story." He struggled. "Follow me, I show you where we can wait until the rain is over." Y/n said. "That's great idea. Call me just Michael." He told you as he take your hand in his, making you blush a little. "Alright." Y/n giggled.

When he took your hand, you felt a strong grip, so much strength. Y/n lead him into abandoned house. "Where are we?" Morbius asked. "This is my favorite secret place, it's either a abandoned house or an a abandoned library cause here a lot of old newspapers and books. You can take off your jacket now." Y/n taking off her jacket and closed the door. She could look at his face now when he take off his jacket, he has a beard, pale skin, a long hair tied into a bun and wonderful sapphire blue eyes. "I feel comfortable here." Morbius said with a smile. "That's right. Take a seat please." Y/n pointed at the sofa in the middle of the living room. A rain pouring outside stronger and Y/n sit down at the sofa with a blanket, you both sitting side by side. "We can read something for a while if you want to." Y/n glanced at him. "I'd rather talk to you about something, my dear friend." Michael said softly. "Okay. I never seen such a wonderful eyes like yours, so magically blue." Y/n look into his eyes. "Thank you, yours is lovely as well." He chunckled softly.

"You're welcome. You know, my father and me had a good bonding but from some moment, he become mean and rude to me. But I'm don't know what went wrong." Y/n lowered her head. "I hope your relationships going to improve." Michael touched your hand. "I'm not sure but we're have few moments when we're not insulting or teasing or argue with each other but at least we're alright." Y/n replied. "Are you a student, right? What faculty?" Morbius changed the subject of conversation. "Archival Science." Y/n replied. "I see." Michael looked at you.

You got up from the sofa and looked at the bookshelf and took the book and sat down again. Rain still pouring and Y/n get asleep after a hour, you laid your head on Michael's shoulder. He couldn't stay any longer, "Sorry, I can't stay longer with you, my dear friend. See you later." Michael whispered, stroking your hair and quietly leaves the house.

You and Michael meet sometimes, he even write you letters what makes you happier, you write him as well; mostly he was busy working at his lab. Once you two meet at your secret abandoned library. Y/n feel excited to see him again but he seems gloomy. "How's my man is doing?" Y/n hugged him but Morbius didn't hug you back. "What's wrong, buddy?" Y/n felt his frustration. "I need to tell you something." Morbius said nervously. "Sure." Y/n touched his hand for comfort.

"I want to tell you about my experiment." Michael get a deep breath and look at you. "Why you're so nervous? I'm listening." Y/n assured him. "I know but---" Michael lowered his head. "It's okay, tell me." Y/n patted his shoulder as he calm down a bit. "Since I was a kid I suffering from blood disease, all my life I wanted to find a cure and I successes in this." Michael rised his voice. "Is this about your research of artificial blood?" Y/n asked. "You have no idea of what I'm done…" Morbius answered. "So what is it then?" Y/n asked curiously. "I mixed human blood with bat DNA and it's heals me but I get a side effects… This turned me into vampire." Morbius's voice cracks as he looked at you. Y/n widened her eyes in shock, "How it's even possible?" "Yes, it possible. Also I've got a superhuman strength and reflexes. I can hear your heartbeat from miles away." Morbius replied. "Uhm, that's really shocking. But you're look pretty normal." A voice of his young friend was determined and that impressed Morbius. "This is because I control my transformation well. Tell me how you feel now?" Morbius asked in despair. "You can tell it yourself with a help of your superhuman senses." Y/n pointed out.

"Your heartbeat is normal and your voice is determined… I just want you to tell me what you think about me now? Would you still be around? I am a monster, right? You see nothing yet and I don't want you to see me like this." Michael's tears falls down his face. "You're not a monster. There's good in you." Y/n rushed towards Morbius and hugged him tight. "Why you so sure?" he asked. "I feel it! And my superpower is emotional empathy. Sometimes I can feel emotions of the others." Y/n confessed. He didn't answered you, he just cuddled into your shoulder gently. "Why you shared this with me?" Y/n wondered. "Because you're my friend. After all you're shared with me about you talent too." Morbius told you. "You can feel safe with that. I gonna keep your secret." Y/n replied. "I know." Michael said softly. "Okay, I need to go now, my man. Bye." Y/n make a small smile.

"See you later." Morbius replied.

Two weeks ago your father find out that some mysterious murder has done by someone near your district and police still working on the case. Your father decided to move to another city until it's over. You agreed with him this time but you wanted to meet with Morbius until you leave the city. Meantime Morbius start to feel the presence of another vampire. It was Bancroft, he thought she died back then. When he figure out who is this was, Michael starts to panic, he should stop her. On the next night, you were at home and preparing for the trip but suddenly you noticed Morbius next to you window. "Oh my god, you scared me! You didn't tell me you can fly though I could guees it myself. What's wrong? That's good that my dad is not at home yet or it's would be a scene." Y/n rolled her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I don't wanted to scare you. I should tell you something. I felt a presence of the other vampire, I want you to be safe." Morbius apologies. "Who's this vampire?" You freeze in shock. "Her name is Martine Bancroft, she was my colleague and I thought she's dead. When she died I drank her blood…" Michael stopped talking and closed his eyes. "How tragic. I'm sorry." Y/n sighed. "I should stop her or else she willing to make a vampire army. I didn't see it coming and I hope it isn't going to happen." Y/n get scared for a first time and cuddling into his chest for comfort. "Don't worry. I'll never let someone hurt you. I'll do anything to protect you." He stroked your hair.

"Good luck, my man."

Morbius leaves quickly and you continue your preparing for the trip.

(Time skip)

It was three months since you and your dad leaves New York City, you both stopped at the countryside. You could walk into a forest and near the lake but as long as everything is safe. Your dad said it's already safe in the city but he wanted to stay longer at the countryside. Once you walked deep in the woods and thinking why Morbius didn't show up yet, is he okay? You seat down on the fallen tree and look down. "I wish you were here, Michael." Suddenly Y/n could feel someone standing behind her. "Hello, my dear friend. I missed you so much." Morbius said with a smile. "Hey, I missed you too!" Y/n rushed towards him with a hug. "How are you doing?" He hugs you back. "We're fine. I'm mean me and my dad. And you?" Y/n smiled. "I'm more or less fine. I just wanted to make sure everything is safe again, I'm sorry if this take you so long waiting for me." Morbius spoke. "It's okay." Y/n said. "I love you." He pressed his forehead with yours carefully. "Why's confession? I love you too but it's depends on what kind of love is it." You turned red. "You're empath, you can tell me this yourself." Michael said playfully. "Alright I think I can guess it." Y/n smiled. "You're my dear friend and I glad that we're met." He spoke again. "Yeah, I'd say since we're met, my life become more crazy and mysterious and also interesting."

#michael morbius #michael morbius x reader #fluff #drabble #one shot #female reader #teen reader #Empath reader #father figure #morbius 2022 #light angst

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 35

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: manipulation, money laundering, framing a major character, angst, violence, implied attempted murder.

“In the case of Lauren Barber and the murder of her fia-“

“Turn that bullshit off,” Andy growled, glaring at the flat screen above the bar that had been playing the news of his sister’s upcoming trial. Falcon grabbed the remote, instantly turning the station off, “thanks Fal…”

“Daddy…why are they talking about Auntie Lauren?”

“Is my mommy gonna be okay, Uncle Andy?”

Andy frowned, looking over at the table to both his own daughter and nephew who had stopped eating their lunches. His heart lurched at the thought of lying to his nephew, but he forced a small smile on his face as he ruffled the little boy’s hair, “your mom’s going to be fine…Lee’s going to take care of it, buddy…”

“Daddy says that too,” he frowned, clearly not believing the words he’d been told, “but I was there Uncle Andy…daddy was the one that made sure Evan didn’t hurt us anymore…I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“You didn’t see shit, kid.” He replied. His nephew frowned and turned back to his food, instantly shutting down, while Amelia glared at her father, “What?”

“You don’t have to be mean, daddy…”

Andy sighed, his daughter’s words weighing heavily on him, “You’re right, kiddo…I’m sorry buddy…Uncle Andy is just scared. Your mom is his baby sister...”

“I know, Uncle Andy,” he said simply, “I’m scared too…I hear daddy crying at night…and it makes me think mommy isn’t coming home.”

“Don’t say that, bud-“

“Andrew Barber.”

Andy’s head snapped up at the harsh sounding voice mixed with the slamming of his establishment’s door. His jaw ticked as he noticed the sharp dressed men.

Feds.

Fuck.

“Who’s asking?” Sam asked from the bar.

“You Andrew Barber?” the man asked, instantly reaching into his jacket only to pull out his badge.

“I’m Andrew Barber,” he growled, standing from his table, “I own this establishment. What do you want?”

“We’ve been looking into your establishment for a few years,” the man began. Andy’s jaw clenched. He could read the lie as soon as it passed the man’s lips. They were looking into him because of Lauren and the trial, and he knew it. The insurance payout had been held off, and he knew that they were probably seeing if they ‘needed’ the money more than they needed Evan alive, “We’re going to have to pull your records.”

“Do you have a warrant for that?” Sam asked quicky.

The second man laid down a packet, as well as a warrant on the countertop, before giving a wicked grin, “This should be sufficient. A warrant from a federal judge as well as the list of charges.”

Sam ripped open the packet, his own jaw tensing before he looked at Andy, “money laundering? Racketeering? This is a bunch of bull shit is what it is!”

“I have nothing to hide,” Andy said firmly, “my accountant Ari Levinson keeps everything well documented for me. Let me take you up to my office and I’ll gladly hand over everything you need.”

The first man narrowed his eyes, clearly surprised at the cooperation from the rough and tumble biker he’d heard so much about. The second guy looked at Sam, eyeing him up.

“Do you need a dolly? I’m assuming you want the past ten years and it’ll be at least a few boxes worth of documents?”

“We’ll have our team collect them,” the second guy answered quickly. He snapped and a few more people came inside, already looking like they were ready to be put to work, “just show us where they are, Mr. Barber.”

“Of course,” he agreed. He nodded to Falcon, “Sam…watch the kids for me, yeah?”

“You got it, boss.”

“Look, I’m telling you, Ari has been my accountant for years…I’d know if he was stealing money from my business. The guy-“

“Well, you don’t do any elaborate spending and neither does your sister, Mr. Barber,” the man doing the interrogation shrugged. He held up a piece of paper, showing Andy his and his sister’s statements, “it looks like the two of you are barely scraping by…meanwhile, Mr. Levinson has made some significant purchases in an off-shore account.”

“Offshore account,” Andy spat, “you mean to tell me that you think an accountant…my accountant was stealing money from my business and buying shit and I never noticed? I don’t think so.”

“You set him up, didn’t you?”

Andy didn’t look away from his pint glass. He knew Lee’s voice anywhere. He heard the shuffling towards him, and he knew that Lee was closing in, “ANDY!”

“He knew what he signed up for.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he growled, “Ari’s never touched your fucking books. You do all the shit yourself.”

“That’s not what the paper trail says, Lee…”

“GOD DAMN IT ANDY!” Lee yelled, swiping angrily at the bar. The bowl of bar mix and Andy’s pint clattered behind it, the glass shattering against the floor, “FUCKING LOOK AT ME. YOU’RE SENDING AWAY YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR SOMETHING HE DIDN’T DO!”

“Ironic, isn’t it?” Andy spat, his gaze slowly going away from the bar to face his one-time best friend, and the love of his sister’s life, “you coming in here, calling me out for letting Ari take the rap…now you know how I feel.”

“I’M FUCKING TRYING, ANDY!” He screamed, pushing Andy out of the chair. Andy straightened himself out and shot a glare back at Lee, “I’m trying to find a way around it to get the case thrown out. I-“

“ARI WOULD HAVE JUST TAKEN THE GOD DAMN RAP HIMSELF, LIKE A REAL MAN!” Andy finally screamed, “LEVI WOULD HAVE SAID HE FUCKING SHOT THE ASSHOLE. WOULD HAVE PARADED HIS FUCKING HEAD ON A STICK DOWN MAIN STREET IF HE KNEW WHAT HAD BEEN HAPPENING TO HER THIS WHOLE TIME. YOU’RE THE ONE LETTING HER ROT IN A CELL. YOU’RE THE ONE LETTING HER GO TO PRISON. NOT LEVI. NOT ME. YOU, SHERIFF.”

“AND YOU’RE DOING THE SAME TO ARI.”

“FUCK ARI!” ANDY SCREAMED, PUSHING LEE BACKWARDS, “FUCK ARI, AND FUCK ALL OF YOU. EVER SINCE MY OLD LADY GOT KILLED IN THAT DRIVE BY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU LITTLE FUCKERS SCATTERED, LIKE ROACHES. THOR RAN OFF AFTER HE GOT THE BALLS TO KILL LOKI. I UNDERSTAND THAT. BUT THEN, SWEETIE TOOK GEARZ. SHE WAS GONNA TAKE ELVIS TOO, BUT I GAVE HIM BACK TO HIS JUNKIE EX UP ON THE MOUNTAIN TO KEEP THAT DEAL GOOD. FONZIE WAS GONNA RUN WHEN PIX LOST THE BOYS. SO, I SNAPPED THAT BITCHES GOD DAMN NECK. YOU KNOW WHAT LEVI DID TO DESERVE HIS GRAVE? HE CALLLED CAP! HE FUCKING CALLED CAP ON ME, LIKE A SNITCH. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO A FUCKING SNITCH IN PRISON, SHERIFF?”

Lee felt his heart race, knowing that Andy had finally snapped, and he was going to set Levi up to look like a snitch so he would be taken care of in prison.

“What did you do, Barber.”

“It’s not done yet,” Andy growled, “but after midnight, he’s as good as gone. I’m done letting you fuckers get away from the club. If any of you want out, it’s through a god damned body bag, and it’s because I put you there.”

And just as Andy was about to rush Lee, the door to Barbers slammed open. In a rush of black padding and bright lights nearly a dozen men surrounded Lee and Andy, all of them yelling for the men to put their hands up and to get on the ground.

Andy began to comply, his mind automatically working on a defense, searching for a reason on why the s.w.a.t team was in his establishment while he lowered himself to the ground. He had planned it perfectly. Used Ari’s name to link the offshore accounts to him and not his own name. Made sure the paper trail died before it ever reached him. That was until the two men from earlier came in, Ari in cuffs between them. Andy’s jaw clenched and he saw the look of disgust in Ari’s eyes.

“I stood up for you Barber…always had…”

“FUCK YOU!” he spat.

“Sheriff, you and Mr. Levinson are free to go,” the second man began, uncuffing Ari. Then he looked back at the door and Lauren walked through. She’d had bags under her eyes, and her cheeks were blotchy from her having cried too much, “Ms. Barber…your charges have been dropped. Evan’s father found the room you were talking about…and the evidence.”

“The room?” Andy asked, suddenly confused, “evidence? What the fuck is everyone doing here?”

Lauren looked at her brother and for a brief second, he saw her as the little sister he tried to protect from everything. And then a look flashed across her features.

The room.

The evidence.

It all clicked.

He paled.

“Mr. Barber, you are under arrest for money laundering, racketeering, attempted murder, bribery of two guards of a federal level, abduction of a minor, endangerment of a child, accessory to murder in the first degree, four counts, and eleven counts of sex trafficking with Ms. Barber’s fiancé, Evan…”

“You son of a bitch!” Lee growled, spitting on Andy. Lauren ran to Lee, and he embraced her. His lips immediately went to her temple, and his hand to the back of her head so that he could cradle her, “I told you I’d find a way, baby…I promised you everything would be okay.”

“I-I couldn’t cover it up anymore,” she whimpered softly, burying her face in Lee’s chest while her brother cursed her out, “I-I couldn’t hide it, Lee…those girls.”

“It’s okay baby…it’s all over!” Lee promised.

Chapter 36

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stanweirdosalliance · 10 months

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Get to know me

Sorry if this is too long I really want some to understand me. Most people have hard time knowing real me not just online me.

If you see a lot of football aka soccer for you American I grew up watching it I am from Belarus but live in America. Growing up I was huge fan of David Beckham had him as my wallpaper on computer and my bro was okay with it. I am huge into entertainment, movies and music. My fav director is Edgar Wright I am taking Edgar Wright filmmaking course online it's not cheap but my mom bought me that as my early 28th bday last year. I really love him as film director even when Last Night in Soho came out and I saw it. I came home and watched his every interview on that movie. I love how his movie usually come out like 3 to 4yrs. He takes time on his movies and I see how a movie fan he is. Last year I went from just listening to pop music and soundtracks to Indie music. I cant do anywhere without my headphones I listen to so much music in public to get away from people it's part of my disability. I listen to music too much does not matter time of day cause it calms me down. All of my rock music love comes from my amazing mom. I am future Filmmaker 4yrs ago I think I wrote like 54 pages script. Truth is we need to write 100 pages but teacher had so many problems about my British character who is cop but my bro was helping. Also I am ON THE SPECTRUM that's why my teacher let me make shorter then 100 pages script. Their is a reason why I chosen filmmaking well because my whole family is medical even my aunt and for me learning it would be hard cause I wanted to be vet. Someone in new high school when we moved to new state like a decade ago told my mom I would never graduate high school and I did close to graduating community college. When I came to community college and took classes I really wanted like filmmaking ones I finally became so happy cause school was never happy for me with my disability school was hell if no one would of helped me I would of failed it on my own. If you talking to me and its not movies, music or entertainment, or football sorry I start to either freak out or I just need to leave I can't be in that room. I wish someday to see my fav band live French band Phoenix but I seen one of my fav bands last year in music festival thanks to my bro its The National. I love anything British my fav actors Dan Stevens, Gwilym Lee, Martin Freeman and Simon Pegg. My favorite tv shows are Legion yes it ended but still it was the best one, Fargo, The Bear, What we do in the Shadows, Welcome to Wrexham, loved Pose and Righteous Gemstones

Just 3yrs ago during the middle of season 4 of Fargo I started to like actor Jason Schwartzman and now I know so much about him. I own almost everything with his band he made Coconut Records only need Nighttiming Vinyl. I won Davy on Ebay for 300 dollars and in 2021 in one auction I won his red jacket from Fargo season 4. If you need to know anything about Jason just don't afraid to ask me. People make fun of me being fan of him cause i know too much but that's not my fault being On The Spectrum he is my hyper fixation. Growing up I been bullied so much even for liking some actors. People tell me on on TWITCH channel how bad of an actor he is or terrible actor. My mom recently came to terms to liking him after I showed so much videos and made her listen him talking about his kids. She says he is a great person and dad. If ever asking one of my fav Jason videos it has to be Sesame Street Memory: Jason Schwartzman | #ThisIsMyStreet cause part of it I relate knowing his one daughter is autistic and special needs. Talking about Jason sometimes annoys my mom.

#jason schwartzman #get to know me #dan stevens #indie music #movies #edgar wright #fargo #what we do in the shadows

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carolap53 · 2 years

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June 27, 2022

He Rescues Us CRYSTAL PAINE

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“Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24 (ESV)

Last week, I took my toddler daughter, Kierstyn, out for a walk in our neighborhood. It was raining a little bit, so we bundled up in jackets before we left.

For the first 10 minutes, I was thinking how refreshing the light rain was. I felt so prepared to have thought to put on jackets so we didn’t even notice the little bit of wetness coming down from the sky.

But then the floodgates of heaven opened up on us, and it started pouring rain!

We were about three-quarters of a mile away from home. The wind was whipping around us, blowing the rain, making visibility and pushing a stroller really difficult. Within a few minutes, we were both soaked, and Kierstyn started crying.

I wasn’t sure what to do, just that I needed to get back home and get her dry ASAP. But despite pushing the stroller as quickly as I could, I was not making much progress at all because of the wind and the rain.

In the middle of her crying, us getting soaked and me feeling so bad about taking her out on a walk, I saw a car approaching us on the road. I thought, The person driving this vehicle is probably wondering who this crazy lady is taking a toddler out for a walk in a thunderstorm.

As the car came closer, my embarrassment turned to enthusiasm and relief as I realized it was our car, and my husband was the driver! I hadn’t even thought to try to text him (much less get my phone to work in the pouring rain), but he had realized we were out in the storm and had come to rescue us.

Not only was it one of the most romantic gestures ever — especially in my cold and soaked state! — but it was such a picture to me of my heavenly Father. How often God rescues me before I even think to ask for help or even know I need help!

As Isaiah 65:24 says, “Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.” And Psalm 18:19 says, “he rescued me, because he delighted in me” (ESV). God is always working on our behalf — often behind the scenes in ways we don’t even see or know!

When I was out there in the middle of an unexpected storm, rain-soaked and wondering what to do, my husband was at home realizing I needed help. He didn’t just think about my needing help; he got in the car and drove to physically help me.

Our heavenly Father is the same way. He not only sees us in our distress and discouragement, but He is faithful to send the physical, spiritual and emotional help we need, just when we need it.

If you are going through a storm right now, hear this encouragement: You are not alone. God is with you in the storm. Look to Him for what you need. Cry out to Him; ask Him for help as Psalm 50:15 instructs:

“… call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me” (ESV).

Our heavenly Father is a faithful, trustworthy Deliverer. And even on the stormy days, He is working on our behalf to watch out for us, carry us and rescue us.

Lord, help me to look to You instead of trying to white-knuckle through life on my own. Let me constantly remember — especially when the unexpected storms come up — that You are my Helper and my Rescuer. Thank You that I can rest in You and rely upon You and that You will be faithful, even on the dark and stormy days. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Dive Into You: intro.

Preview: “Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, altar boy Mark(had to srry)

There will be smut.

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, corruption.

“It’s so unfair how you make me go to church every week. You never make dad go!” You protests from the passenger seat, your mother ignoring you turning the volume up singing along to her favorite gospel songs.

“How else will you ever repent for your sin’s without the lord’s guidance?” She taunts in return. Overshadowing the mention of your father using Sunday football as the reason he cannot attend. “You should be excited! A new church! A new town! An opportunity for you to finally break free from your shell and make friends!”

“I have.. friend..” you roll your eyes, tapping your forehead into the window. Eyeing over the small mom and pop shops on the way. Why did your dad’s job need to relocate the summer before college? Why did you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

“I would love to see you get proactive in this new church! I’ve heard at work they have an amazing choir. Your falsetto isn’t so bad.” She nudges you with her elbow pulling into the parking lot. The church building is nothing spectacular, quant, small town defined.

“I’m a terrible singer mom” you slam the car door shut, tugging at the collar of your stuffy dress. A frigid garment your mother insisted you wear to impress today.

“Ah, that’s not true sweetie!” She licks over her thumb, rubbing at your cheek. You grimace pulling away in embarrassment as eyes linger over you.

“Mom please, it’s bad enough you made me wear this.” You continue whining, pulling at the hem of your dress. She dawns a bright happy smile walking into the church with an arm around your shoulders.

“Ah! It’s so beautiful! I love it so much already!” Your mom cheerfully spins as you enter together. You cough out swatting at the dusty air. What the hell was so beautiful about an old stuffy building full of judgement.

“That must be Pastor Lee! I read so much about him in the town’s facebook group! Wonderful man!” She pulls you down the aisle toward the front of the church. Pastor Lee stands there decked out in old robes covered in symbolic characters greeting everyone arriving.

“Pastor Lee!” Your mother calls out with an excited wave. The pastor’s eyes widen with an inviting smile.

“Welcome! I recognize you from the facebook group!” The pastor, quite handsome actually replies, with his arms held out. “It’s always a honor to invite new members into the community.”

“Oh pastor, the church is just gorgeous! You can really feel the lord’s energy in these walls! I really cannot tell you how excited I am to help out in any way!” your mother’s over joyed vocals catch the attention of other church goers. You duck your face trying to hide from the curious eyes.

“And I am so excited for you to provide assistance! We can always use helping hands around here! ..and who might I ask is this lovely young lady?” Pastor Lee leans toward your direction with a warm smile.

“My daughter! My only one! My little gift from the heaven’s. She’s overwhelmed with joy to be here.” Your mother grits out words between her teeth, squeezing a hand on your side. You force a smile onto your face with a nod.

“Ah, that’s just wonderful. I have two of my own about your age. I will have to have them show you around town sometime!” The pastor expresses patting over your arm.

“Oh that would be so wonderful Pastor Lee! My little girl has a real difficult time making friends!” Your mother nearly shouts out.

“Mom!” You squeak, ducking further into yourself.

“Well! Speaking of making friends! Mark!” Pastor waves over a young man, can’t be much older than yourself. Dressed in altar boy garments. “This is Mark, my nephew. He will be a pastor himself one day.”

“Welcome!” Mark waves with both hands dawning a friendly smile. The definition of a wholesome boy, one your parents could only dream of.

“Please, do show around our new members Mark. I have to just finish setting up for today’s sermon.” He waves you and your mother off, walking over to the podium.

“Of course pastor. Please ladies, let me show you to the best seats.” Mark directs you toward pews in the front. Your mother excuses herself to use the rest room, shoving her bible into your chest.

“Be a dear and hold onto that while I tinkle.” She whispers scurrying off.

“So, just moved huh?” Mark questions clasping his hands together. He’s excruciatingly polite, a perfect future pastor.

“Yea..” you take a seat, not much for conversation with new people. Taking in the setting before you. Mark lingers for a minute before turning with a nod.

“Wait! Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

“What do you mean? That’s the pastors son??” Your eyes widen admiring the attractive man in a black leather jacket. Whatever he’s discussing seems to be getting heated.

“He just is, has a reputation around here. Don’t get me wrong- I mean that’s my cousin and all, of course. Him and his younger brother used to be active in the church with me but.. bad seeds..Every family has to have them I suppose.” Mark shrugs.

“Reputations are usually full of lies don’t you think?” You question Mark’s words. How stereotypical would it be for the small town pastor to have a bad boy son. Right??

“Hah.. yea well, I warned you!” Mark laughs shaking his head.

“Excuse me..” Haechan approaches the two of you, eyes quickly moving over your figure.

“Speak of the devil” Mark mutters, raising a brow toward Haechan. “Hey dude, what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Jeno’s welcome back party tonight right? Don’t be a fucking square.” Haechan shoots him a glare, lifting a finger toward his face.

“Yea yea.. ” Mark swats his hand away with a sigh. “I’ll be there. Can’t believe Jeno’s been gone for a month already, he’s probably super excited to come back home.”

“Sure, I guess..” Haechan looks your way again, lifting a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh.. I just.. I just moved... I’m new! My mom uh..” you stammer out nervously, admiring over his delicate features. Haechan’s brows furrow together, scanning your seated body again.

“You look like you’ll fit right in here.” He laughs to himself. “But hey, you should come tonight! The more the merrier right?.. maybe don’t wear that.” Your mouth opens, releasing nothing as embarrassment courses through you. Haechan waves at someone entering the doors.

“Later prudes!” he walks off leaving you seated there awkwardly near Mark with your mouth hung open.

“Is he single by any chance?...” your eyes follow Haechan’s retreating form. Chewing at your lower lip with frustration.

“Single? He’s... a whore.” Mark scoffs out with a roll of his eyes. “Anyway! Would you like to join me for the get together? It’s really not a party, maybe like 20 of us at most. It will be here in the bible study room.”

“Here? Oh, it really isn’t a party then huh.. but Haechan will be there?” you mumble to yourself, eyes still stuck on the man in question.

“Yea yea, hopefully too high off his ass to start any drama again.” Mark groans, words muffled to your uninterested ears.

“Sounds great! What time?”

Part 1–>

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Need You (Part 17) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist ♡ Need You Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

It has been a few days since that night with Gregory. Oliver and I went back the next day to take care of what was left of the body and we buried him deep into the forest ground.

There wasn't much left to it as the wild animals got to Gregory and did a number on him. Just made our jobs easier.

Now I am sitting here, with his wife who is filing a missing persons case. From what I can see and tell, she is just doing her duty as his wife.

But I can see the marks on her. I can see the bruises she tried to cover with makeup. I can see the black eye that has been healing for days.

"I am sure he will turn up soon. You know how married men are. Some just run off to try and live their youth once more." I said to her as I walked her out.

"If you say so Sheriff."

"I know so." I said to her as I acted like I am concerned for her husband.

As I walked her out of my office, I made sure to keep up the facade but once I was back in my office, I just groaned to myself.

At least he was a son-of-a-bitch that got what he had coming to him.

"Sheriff?" Said the annoying voice of our new receptionist.

"Yes Nancy?" I asked her as I looked at her. She is a sweet girl who many of the men want to be with and she is working her way through them all.

Married, single or in a relationship, it doesn't matter to her but I just don't see the appeal.

Maybe before YN I would, but even the thought of cheating on my wife makes me feel sick to my stomach.

As far as I know, only one of the married men have taken her out to his cruiser and I only know that because I caught the two them.

"Your wife is on the phone."

"Put her on through. I have told you this time and time again Nancy, call me from your phone and then transfer her over to me." I said trying to keep my cool.

She just shrugged her shoulders and I waited for the call to transfer over. Once I saw the little light on the phone turn on, I picked up.

I made sure that Nancy hung up the phone before I talked.

"How is my gorgeous wife doing?"

"Lee," came the groan.

"Shit, I'll be right there baby." I hung up the phone, grabbed my hat and jacket and I pretty much ran out of the station.

I wanted to drive like a maniac to get home to her but I just went above the speed limit. No need for me to be in a car accident or cause one when I need to be with my wife.

It didn't take me long to get home and the car was barely turned off as I ran inside, having no idea what state I will find YN in.

But what I found was my wife, sitting on our couch with her hand on her belly, eating a peanut butter sandwhich.

"YN?" I asked confused.

She looked up at me and gave me a cute wave as her mouth was full of her food. She held up her one finger to say just give her a minute.

"I'm sorry Lee. I thought it was real this time. It felt like it." She said to me.

"It's okay darlin'. We know this happens to pregnant women all the time." I said to her as I kneeled down infront of her.

My one hand reaching to cup her face in it and the other one rested over her hand that was on her belly.

YN leaned into my hand and closed her eyes and sighed. I know she is done with being pregnant.

Her due date has come and gone only a couple of days ago, but it seems as if our child is just too comfy for their own good in there.

"Our little one will come when they are ready and we will be ready for them gorgeous." I told her.

YN just gave me a tired smile and I kissed her. "Is there anything else you need before I go back to work baby?" I asked as I stood up.

"Maybe just another sandwhich and more milk."

"One sandwhich and one milk coming up." I made her two sandwiches and got her another big glass of milk.

And as I pulled out of our driveway, I looked back at my house, wishing I didn't have to leave her, but it was only for a few more hours and I will be home.

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The next day I woke up to the gorgeous sight of YN curled into my side. Her arm and leg were thrown over my chest and legs.

Our home was cold but she had the blankets flung off of her. "I can feel you staring at me."

"Kind of hard not too gorgeous." I kissed the top of her head.

"I don't feel it right now." YN said as she buried her face into my chest.

"Hey, look at me." I said to her a few times but she finally looked up at me.

"You, YN Bodecker are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and you have always been the most gorgeous woman I have ever met." I told her honestly.

YN responded with a kiss and I melted into the kiss. The kiss got more and more heated until I was practically pawing at her night clothes.

"Need you Daddy."

"Don't want to hurt you." I told her, but fuck I want her.

"You won't hurt me. Please." She said as her hand reached between our bodies and I groaned as her hand gripped my cock in her hand.

"Shit, okay love. I got you." The two of us stripped and we got in the position that has been comfortable for her ever since her pregnant belly got in the way.

YN is laying on her side with a pillow between her legs and a pillow under her stomach.

And I am standing next to her, pounding into her over and over again. "So fuckin' tight baby girl."

"Daddy." Was the reply and that whimper is so fucking sexy to me. Just YN laying there, taking my cock over and over again.

Her hand on her pregnant belly that has our child growing in there.

"So perfect for me gorgeous. Want to keep you pregnant forever." I groaned as I sped up.

Me talking had her pussy just fluttering around my cock, which made me almost lose it.

With a shout of "Daddy." YN came all over my cock. Her eyes were closed and she had happy look on her face.

I gasped out her name as I stilled and came deep inside of her. My hips stuttering as I emptied myself in her.

I helped her get up off of bed and we went and took our bath together. Just even more time to spend with her before our child comes into the world.

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After our bath, we spent the morning together as I had the afternoon shift. I made us breakfast and lunch and we ate together.

I thought about calling in today because these Braxton Hicks have been on going, but YN convinced me other wise.

"I will be fine Lee and I know who to call besides I have to go and pick something up from the butchers today. I will be fine."

I almost asked her to stay home and I will grab the meat but I bit my tongue. The last time I suggested that, YN didn't talk to me for almost two days.

YN walked me to the door and gave me a kiss goodbye just like she does every day.

"I love you YN."

"I love you too Lee. Have a good day at work and if I need anything, I know to call you."

With one last kiss, I was gone and on my way to work.

YN's POV:

It took me a while to leave our house. Everything takes longer these days but that is to be expected.

I went to the butchers and got our order and went back home. But as I sat in our livingroom, I was starting to get antsy. I needed out of here but I didn't want to go anywhere on my own.

So I figured I would go to the police station. Lee will be going on break soon and it isn't supposed to snow until later tonight so I will have plenty of time to get back home.

So I waddled out to the car and went to the Diner and got us some delicious food. My mouth was practically watering as I drove to the station in the snow that has started to fall.

Guess the weather man was wrong once more on his predictions, but that is fine. I will be back before it starts to get worse.

I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I went to grab the food but my knees practically buckled because of these Braxton Hicks.

But I pulled myself up and grabbed the food and went into the station. I said hello to the guys as I walked on through.

I didn't acknowledge that new receptionist as she will be gone soon enough and another one will be here.

My husband is a hard man to work with and I know that. He likes things done his way and only his way. That is why I was perfect because I knew how he liked things done.

Speaking of Lee, I looked in his office but I didn't see him. I did place the food down on his desk and contemplated sitting and waiting.

But I decided against that and knew walking would be good for me. I heard him before I saw him. He was with a few of the men in the break room.

"Mrs. Bodecker." A new officer said to me with a tip of his hat.

Lee turned around at that and he smiled at me. "Come and sit YN." He said as he got out of his chair.

"I brought us food, it is on your desk." I said to him.

"Well gentlemen, I will see you later." He placed his hand on my back and the two of us walked towards his office.

He closed the door behind us and I sat down, getting our food out of the bags.

"You always know when I need something. Thank you darlin'." Lee said as he gave me a kiss on his way to sit in his chair.

We ate and talked and I couldn't get comfy. "Come now love, let's get you on the couch." Lee said as he helped me up but I felt a rush of liquid go down my legs.

My eyes got wide and I looked down. Lee followed to where I am looking. "Shit." Was the only word that came out of his mouth.

The loud groan that left my lips seemed to practically vibrate off the walls. "Come on gorgeous. Let's get you to the hospital."

All I could do was nod my head as Lee grabbed his coat and hat. He helped me get my coat on and scarf and the two of us headed to the parking lot.

Which took longer than usual as one very rough contraction ripped through me. I almost fell but Lee caught me as I screamed out in pain.

Every single person in the station looked my way, saying nothing. Just their eyes wide.

"Lee." Oliver called out.

"What?"

"The parkin' lot is filled with snow. We can't get out."

Before anyone else could say anything I reached up and gripped the front of Lee's shirt.

"I am not having this fucking baby in this Police Station. Do something." He just nodded his head and started to think.

"Start shoveling boys. Oliver call Andy and get him over here with that plow. The other streets can wait."

No one moved once more. The men probably shocked at the fact that their boss literally listened to someone else with out a fight.

"Move it!" I screamed as another contraction ripped through my body.

That seemed to get them going as they ran around to do what was asked of them.

Lee was rubbing my back, saying calming words to me.

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It didn't take them long to shovel the parking lot and Andy was ready to get us to the hospital.

But I couldn't walk across the parking lot. The contractions were getting harder and harder.

Lee knew, so he picked me up in his arms and walked the two of us carefully to his cruiser.

Oliver already had the door open and the heat on. I said thank you to him through my clenched teeth.

Lee got in the car and we drove behind Andy, who was trying to get us to the hospital as quick and as fast as he can, but also as safe as possible.

Lee was talking me through everything, not caring that I was moaning and almost screaming. He just kept his composure.

"Almost there love. Almost there and you and me will get to meet the little one."

We finally got to the hospital and Lee parked the cruiser and just as I was about to try and get out of the car, Lee picked me up once more and walked us carefully through the front doors of the hospital.

The people that were at the front saw us, paused, looked at my belly and jumped into action.

I was placed in a wheelchair and a nurse was wheeling me to a room. Lee was right behind us, never far from me.

Before I knew it, I was in a room, changed into a hospital gown, pushing with all my might.

Lee, was by my side even though he had to threaten the Doctor to be allowed him.

"But Sheriff, you aren't allowed in." The Doctor tried to say, but Lee just got in his face.

"I am not leaving her side Alan and if you have anything else to say about it, you and I can go and have a nice chat after the birth of our child."

Alan quickly changed his mind and now Lee is beside me, holding my hand, not caring at all that I am gripping it so hard that I could just break it.

"You're doing great YN, keep pushing. I can see the head."

I have no idea how long I pushed for but one final push and the loud cry of our child. Lee gave me a kiss and his eyes were glossy as he looked at me.

"I am so proud of you YN." He whispered to me.

"It's a boy!"

Our son was laid on my chest, crying with all his might. Lee was looking down at us and I looked up at him, and the smile on his face was so bright and happy.

But I cried out. The smile on his face disappeared and he looked at me and then the Doctor.

"Looks like there is another one." Our son was taken off my chest and I started to push once more.

"It's another boy!"

This one also was laid on my chest.

Then our boys were taken to get weighed and checked over and cleaned up.

"Twins YN?" I looked up at Lee.

"Looks like it Lee." I gave him a tired smile.

The Doctor helped me finish up and I went to sleep after I too got checked over.

I woke up to Lee kissing the top of my head, him thanking me over and over again for our boys.

He saw I was awake and I asked to see our boys. "I'll ask the nurse to bring them in." And he was gone.

About ten minutes later, our boys were wheeled in and I got a good look at them.

They were sleeping but they already have Lee's brown hair and I hope his eyes.

"You ready to name them?" Lee asked me as he pulled the chair he was sitting in earlier to the side of my bed.

"Yes I am. We good with the names we picked?"

"I am good with them." I nodded in agreement and I looked at our sons.

"Welcome to the world Raymond and Donald. We have been waiting for you." I said to them.

Part 16 / Part 18

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Better Man. ( Taehyung x OC)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

Chapter 3 ~ The problem with marriage is this : it isn’t worth the pain of divorce.

Denial isn’t healthy.

But sometimes it helps you stay sane , at least long enough to get your act together. When you’re in denial, you kind of keep yourself together a bit. You process things a bit more slowly. Take your time examining the facts.

It helps you make a delayed but possibly more informed decision.

Impulsive decisions never end well.

So it’s good to stew in denial for a while ( a short while) and then slowly begin processing what happened, think about it, think how its gonna affect you and then make a choice.

Unfortunately for Taehyung and I... I wasn’t in denial.

Maybe I should have been.

The time between Taehyung turning up drunk and the me leaving the house was less than twelve hours. Taehyung showed up drunk and I just told him I was leaving. That we needed a break and I didn’t know when I’d be back.

Terrible choice.

In the first twelve hours, the hurt is so potent and strong , the wound so raw and fresh that you can’t think beyond the pain . Your instinct is to repay the pain, to retaliate and make the other party feel exactly what you’re feeling. So you think of the thing that would hurt them the most and you go ahead and do it.

Like move out of your shared home of eight years, take away the son he adored and possibly rip the ground right out from under his feet.

And then after the first twelve hours, reason begins to catch up.

I had wanted to go back.

I had wanted to go back to him but I was scared.

Scared that I was being weak.

That if I didn’t stick to the choice I made, Taehyung would forever see me as a pushover. That he would take it as some sick permission to do it all over again. That he’d just think I was too weak to walk out on him.

And i couldn’t have that. I couldn’t have him hurting me and not facing the consequences of it. I just couldn’t.

So I stayed away.

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I worked on the seventh floor of a high rise in Gangnam, probably a twenty minute drive from Taehyung’s agency. It was an electronic/ tech company that dealt with everything from mobile phones to home fittings . As the assistant director of Marketing I dealt with branding and keeping up the image of the company. Annual budgets, endorsements, campaigns and what not.

I was good at it and i enjoyed it . everyone agreed that i did a good job because the numbers spoke for themselves. But I think the main reason I got the job was because I was married to the biggest brand ambassador in the country.

“ I need the reports on consumer trends for this month and I want to meet with Social media team before lunch. There’s a drop in our web traffic and that needs to be fixed.” I told my assistant, accepting the hot coffee and muffin that he held in his hand before moving to the corner office, my strides faltering just a bit when i noticed that someone was already inside. The figure had his back to me but I could vaguely recognize the broad shoulders and muscular arms.

“Mr. Jeon’s been waiting for about ten minutes now.” Mingyu said with a smile and I nodded.

“That’s fine , I’ll handle him.” I waved my assistant off and moved to the door, unlocking it and stepping in.

“Morning, Jang Mi.” He smiled, eyes flashing with ill concealed delight and I inhaled to calm myself down. .

I could already feel a headache coming on.

“Jungkook.” I said curtly. “ To what do I owe this very early visit?” I glanced at my table finally taking the bottle of champagne in the small ice bucket.

“Thought we’d celebrate you finally being free.” He grinned.

Jeon Jungkook was handsome, intelligent , and annoyingly good at everything he did.

At 34, He was one of the youngest CFO’s in the industry, and everything he touched turned to gold. I didn’t report to him and he had zero reasons to be in my office at any given time. But , unfortunately he had never gotten that particular memo.

“I’m not in the mood, Jungkook.” I sighed, moving to the back of my desk and dropping my bag on the small ottoman on the side and my keys in the desk. I plugged my phone into the cable on the side and then went to open the blinds.

“Come on... You know how sick I’ve been of two years of hearing ‘ I’m sorry, I’m married.’ .... you’re gonna have to come up with a better excuse the next time i ask you out.”

“No. No is a whole entire sentence that you should be able to accept.” I said evenly, fixing the cushions on the couch only to have him plop down on them immediately after.

“One date. Dinner anywhere you like. i can fly you to Paris if you want.... Macua? Jeju Do? Tell me what you want and I’ll get it done. ?”

i stared at him.

“I want you to fire Kang Yeseul from the Social Media team.” I said with a shrug.

He frowned.

“The new girl? Why?”

“She’s been posting nudes that she took in my office when I was on leave last week. My name plate is literally visible.”

“Jesus fuck...these bitches get dumber by the minute.”

I couldn’t even deny it.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said swiftly. “ Anything else?”

“Web traffics gone down and I’m gonna find out why. It’s probably time for us to work out the budget for the Christmas Carnival. I think we should go for something new this time. If you can set up a meeting with all the department heads we can brainstorm a few ideas...”

“I can’t forget about that night.”

I froze.

God.

i turned around to stare at him as he lounged on the couch. If Kim Taehyung was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, Jungkook was definitely the second.

He was disconcertingly good looking and where Taehyung’s image was always the clean cut gentleman with the perfect character, Jungkook had a reputation as a bit of a delinquent. Simply because he had a penchant for leather jackets and liked to ride around Seoul on his motorbike on days off.

Which was ironical because in truth, Taehyung was far from a saint and Jungkook was relatively more put together

He was also a divorcee and a single parent. His daughter Jennie was easily the cutest two year old on the planet.

His wife and him had fifty fifty custody but she had cheated on him with his best friend. Jungkook had no patience for her. They had a very volatile relationship but he was fighting for full custody and rumor was that he would most certainly be granted it, soon.

A marathon runner , he didn’t drink or smoke.

Jungkook liked to paint and volunteered at an animal shelter once or twice a month because he loved dogs but couldn’t keep one because of his busy schedule.

So all in all , a pretty solid candidate if I was looking for a guy.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that I was completely and utterly done with relationships for the rest of my life, I would actually give the guy a chance.

But , it is what it is.

“That sounds like a you problem. “ I shrugged. “ It was supposed to be one night with no strings attached. And by string I meant awkward conversations three months later .”

Jungkook groaned and sat up straighter, legs spread and shirt sleeves riding up to show a very sparkly watch. Rich men and their vices. I smirked a little.

“Come on... its just dinner. I want to get to know you, that’s it.” he held his hands up.

“There’s nothing to know Jungkook. I’m actually more boring than i appear, which is saying something. I’m not going to be the girl in the leather jacket clinging to your waist when you’re joyriding that motorbike of yours through Seoul. That’s not me. I would hate something that”

He chuckled.

“Are you sure? You ever tried it?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“That’s not the point.”

“I’ll buy you a jacket. Join me this weekend. We’ll go a ride. Then you can make a decision.”

I opened my mouth to argue when the phone rang. I grabbed it quickly.

“Hello?”

“This is Lee Taemin from the Advertising Department.”

“Yes?”

“We have a Mr. Jung from HYBE on the phone. They want to talk to us about a possible candidate for our Christmas Campaign.... “

I blinked, surprised.

“We haven’t even decided on a theme yet. “

Choosing the right actors to endorse stuff was usually the last step.

“I know but he’s saying they want to talk about Mr. Kim Taehyung as a possible candidate?”

I felt my entire jaw come unhinged.

I turned to Jungkook stunned. His eyes widened at the look on my face and he mouthed a ‘ What’

“Please tell him I’ll call him back in fifteen minutes.” I said quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook demanded.

“Taehyung’s manager...he... he wants to make him the face of the Christmas Campaign.” I said dully, mind ringing. I was utterly stupefied.

Taehyung was the face of Gucci and Versace . He was so far out of our company’s league it wasn’t even funny.

Jungkook stared at me in disbelief.

“No.” He said quickly.

I gaped at him.

“What?”

“No... we can’t have that. He’s.. he’s obviously doing this to get back with you...”

I shook my head.

“that can’t be it. He’s the one who gave me a divorce. He’s the one who wanted to end it. “

It was the shock of what I’d heard. There was no other explanation for why I said that to Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook gave me a look.

“Really? But you wanted one too right?”

“Of course I did.” I lied easily, waving him off. “Anyway that doesn’t matter. We can’t say no to him, Jungkook. Our sales would skyrocket if we get him onboard.”

Jungkook swore.

“Fuck, you’re right. The Ceo will probably piss himself in excitement. You sure you’ll be okay with it?”

Jungkook looked worried.

“You forget that Taehyung and I are actually quite good friends.” I said gently.

He grimaced.

“That's just unnatural. If you can stay friends with an ex it clearly means that either you’re still in love with each other or....”He shrugged.

“Or what?”

“Or you never loved each other in the first place.”

I swallowed the remark hitting a little too close to home for comfort.

“Schedule that meeting Jungkook. We’ll come up with a campaign theme that would fit Taehyung’s image. I’ll take to Hoseok and Taehyung.”

“You’re going to call Taehyung?” Jungkook asked casually.

“Hoshi’s with him today. I’ll probably go over to his place after work and talk to him in person.”

“Lucky bastard. He gets to hurt you and yet still have you.” Jungkook said bitterly.

I rolled my eyes.

“He doesn’t have me.”

“Doesn’t he? Why else would you turn down dates with anyone who asks? its one date.. a dinner... If you’re not still hung up on your ex husband why wouldn’t you just go on one date with-”

I’d really had quite enough of it. I threw my hands up in sheer exasperation.

“Alright fine.” I yelled, “ I’ll go to dinner with you...can you just stop psycho analyzing my relationship with my husband?”

Jungkook’s smile told me that I’d been played like a fiddle.

“excellent. Go see your husband after work and I’ll come pick you up at eight.”

“What...no wait...”

“I know where he lives. Don’t worry about it. I’ll schedule that meeting and maybe after lunch we can go over the kind of budget you’ll want. Okay?”

I felt a little like I’d stepped into quagmire.

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I didn’t go see Taehyung after work.

I didn’t have to.

An hour before I was due to finish my daily report, he turned up at the office with my son. My assistant let him in and I could only gape at him.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked , completely thrown.

“Mama I had ice cream with strawberries and sprinkles in a hundred colors.” Hoshi looked excited, eyes shining the way they usually did when he was with Taehyung.

“That sound incredibly exciting....”

“We missed you mama....can we go again?” He said excitedly.

“I’m sorry honey, Mama’s a little caught up with work...”

“Why don’t we wait?” Taehyung said cheerfully, “ Mama likes blueberry scones so we can get those for her...”

I stared at him.

“Okay...” I sad carefully, staring him down. What was he doing really?

“Okay... Can I go see the fishies....” Hoshi waved at the large fish tank built into the wall in my office and Taehyung laughed, letting him down.

“Sure bud.. go see how many of the fish you can identify...” He said brightly.

“ Since when do you pick me up for blueberry scones after work?” I asked briskly and he shrugged.

“Let the kid be happy , Mia. I heard Hobi hyung already spoke to you.”

“What is that all about, Tae?” I said tiredly.

“All the other offers i got are out of Korea. I want to stay with Hoshi during the Holidays so i thought this way , we could spend some time together..”

“By we, I hope you mean you and Hoshi.” I said drily.

“Of course. I could’ve picked another mall or something but i thought it could be a good thing if we worked at the same place... we can keep Hoshi with us and there wont be all the commuting back and forth nonsense....”

I nodded.

“I suppose you’re right. “ I sighed. “But be warned, you’re probably not going to have a very exciting time.

“I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.”

I nodded.

“I won’t tell you how to live your life And I most certainly won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. My Ceo might just give me a huge pay raise for this. He’s been waiting for it since the time he hired me.”

Taehyung gave me a smile.

“I would have done it the minute you asked. You never asked.”

I shrugged.

“Like I said, I won’t tell you how to live your life.”

“Jang Mi?” The knock on the door made us both look up.

Jungkook stood framed in the doorway, jacket off and slung over his arms . He looked bigger than usual, muscles straining against his button down and hair mussed.

He stepped in casually, holding a hand out to Taehyung.

“The golden boy of Korea. in the flesh. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Kim. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook”

The pair of them shook hands and I felt that I would rather be anywhere in the world than there.

“ Nice to meet you Mr. Jeon.” Taehyung smiled politely.

“We still on for tonight?” Jungkook asked casually, turning to me with a bright smile.

This is why i hated men.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped to me so fast that i was sure he must’ve got whiplash.

“Sure. I’ll call you.” I said shortly.

“What’s tonight?” Taehyung smiled, face neutral and smile still in place but his eyes flashed and his voice carried a knife edge to it.

“Business dinner. We’re going over the budget for the Christmas campaign.”

“Oh... where?” Taehyung asked with the same smile and I frowned.

“We’ve not decid-”

“I thought I could cook for you. i make a mean steak dinner and I thought I could pick up a bottle of your favorite wine on the way. You have my address right? ” Jungkook smiled.

Taehyung went still next to me, his entire body taut .

“A little inappropriate for a business dinner, don’t you think?” he snapped.

Jungkook glared back at him, eyes narrowed.

“Well, you know what they say about all work and no play-” he began but I’d had enough.

“I think this conversation needs to end now.” I said loudly.

They both shut up but glared at each other.

“I’m gonna make a reservation at the Hyatt for tonight. I’ll meet you there at seven thirty. “ I said, glaring at Jungkook.

He nodded.

“Pleasure meeting you Kim Taehyung.” He nodded curtly at my ex husband before moving away.

The silence he left behind was pretty awkward.

“Bit too much of a douchebag than your usual type.” Taehyung said casually.

I groaned.

“Don’t start.”

“ I won’t if you don’t date him.”

I opened my mouth to argue but then stopped.

“Lets just get that ice cream ? “ I said tiredly. Hoshi reappeared from the inside room, looking excited and happy and I smiled despite my weariness.

I could use a little sweetness in my life after a bitterly exhausting day.

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Author’s note : Feedback is welcome . Probably going to be a long , terribly angsty fic with a lot of pain for everyone involved. I still haven’t decided who ocs going to end up with so we’ll see... what do you guys think?

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jeromesxreader16 · 3 years

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Such a Joker (55)

Part 54 Here!

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I stop at the bottom of the staircase with a basket of clothes. "You two need to come down here or you're going to be late. We have a set time, you know!" "WE KNOW!" The twins yell. Four feet hitting the steps quickly. "Can I give this to him?" Juliet opens a card reading a sweet love letter to her father. "That's very sweet, honey. I'm sure he will love it." Jeremy shuffles his feet pushing his glasses up his nose. "Do you have something for him, Jer?" He nods, pulling out a book about his favorite animal. "He loves tigers!" Jeremy's eyes light up. "Really?!" "Yeah! Come on!"

I rush the kids to the car, buckling them into their seats before making way to Arkham Hospital. "Make way! We're back!" Juliet screams as she runs to the door, swiping the entry card. The nurses stare at my family strangely each week. "Juliet, honey. Slow down."

"Daddy!" Juliet yells at the gate, flailing her arms around. "Welcome back, Juliet." A guard by the name of Rick speaks up. "Thanks, Rick! Care to open the gate, good sir?" She bows to him playfully. As the doors slide, Jeremy walks through the patients calmly minding his business while Juliet attempts to make friends.

"Jules, honey, come on." I laugh, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the table. Jeremy sits in front of his dad crossing his hands in front of him. "Hello, dad." He smiles brightly at Jeremiah. "Daddy!" Juliet throws her arms over his neck hugging him.

Rick comes over nodding to us. "His room is ready if you'd like to escort him." I nod, going behind Jerimiah's wheelchair. "Thank you, Rick."

The kids walk behind me as I push Jer to his secluded room on the end of the hall. "Jeremy, love, get the door for me, please."

"Sure." As my boy pushed the door open Juliet jumps on his bed. "Can't we spend the night, mommy?" I scoff, "Jules, you know we can't." She crosses her arms. "Why not?" I bend down to her level. "Don't you have something for him?"

She takes the card out of her pocket and pushes it towards Jeremiah. "I made this for you, daddy." She places it on his leg. He just sits still, looking dead at the wall. "Are you going to read it?" Juliet looks at me. "He won't read it if you're in here, mommy. Can you step outside?" I give her a sad smile. "Honey, he's... daddy can't move." She looks up at me confused. "That's not true. I've seen him!" Jeremy walks over and leans to his father's ear, whispering. Then goes to his mouth, listening almost as if Jeremiah is speaking back.

"Kids! That is enough! Jeremiah is not going to move. He's not going to talk. All we can do is come visit and see him. We do not get a response. Now straighten up or-"

"Oh darling, you've gotten yourself all tightened up haven't you?"

His voice cracking. Dry and horse. I turn around seeing Jeremiah standing out of his chair. "What? See a ghost?" He laughs spinning around. "Daddy!" The kids cheer running to him and jumping In his arms. "Oh, my boy and girl. I've missed you!"

I stood frozen as the kids interacted with him. He looks over at me. Scars and all, he's still my love. "(Y/n), my wife. Come to me." As a river flows one way, so does my heart. I reach for him, walking closer. "You haven't aged a day. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner." I rest my head on his chest letting out a breath. "Jeremiah. It's been so long." He hugs me close. "I know, darling. I know, but now we're together again. As a family." I back away from him slightly. "Why have you done this for so long? How long were you able to-" Jer shovels me in his arms, pressing myself against him, devouring my lips. "Everything is fine now. Unanswered questions are useless. Live with me, now, in the present."

The kids and I walk into Arkham with smiles. "Morning, Rick." He tips his hat to us, opening the gate. "A pure saint you are." I internally roll my eyes. "I just want my kids to have their time with their father."

I grab the handles on Jer's chair pushing him forward towards his room. I kiss the side of his head. "Almost there, honey."

The kids open the door letting me in and close it right after we make it through. Jerimiah sits still waiting. I stare at him confused. "Jer?" I question leaning down. "BOO!" He raises his hands scaring me. I jump back holding my heart. The kids laugh running to him.

Hours of laughing and playing with Jeremiah the sky has darkened. I put on my jacket and gather my kids. "Alright. Time to go home, loves. I still need to make dinner. Pops is coming over." Jer frowns and hugs his two wild redheads. Juliet shuffles her feet. "Do we have to, Mommy?" "Honey, of course, we do. This isn't a hotel."

Jer kisses my head. "Not long now. We will all be home." He rushes me out and closed the door leaving me to wonder about his plans.

Juliet and Jeremy sit at the table swinging their feet. I open the door with my hip, setting the roast on the table. "Now remember what I told you." "Don't talk about dad." My children say out loud. "That's right!" The doorbell rings and the two kids rush to it.

"You're under arrest!" Jeremy says holding his hands like a gun. "Woah!" Jim throws his hands up. "Don't shoot. Don't shoot!" Jim scoops him up wrestling him on the couch. "We got you now, Pops!" Juliet says beating him with pillows. I smile looking at them. I get a cold chill against my neck making the hairs stand up. I rub my neck and turn around to see nothing.

Must be a draft.

"Alright, kids, Dad, come on and eat."

All four of us around the table acting as a picture-perfect family. All that would soon change.

The children in bed asleep when my phone rings over and over and over and over. "What Dad? I'm getting-" "DID YOU KNOW (Y/N)?" I bite my tongue. "Know what? What's going on?" "(Y/ N), Jerimaih has escaped!" My blood runs cold at the mention. I sigh into the phone. "I don't know where he could go, Dad. He would come here if he knew where I was." "It's not you, he wants. It's me." "Do you need me?" He holds his breath. "I can't tell you to leave the kids."

I look over my shoulder at the doors. "I'm going to Bab's to get Barbara Lee." I hang up locking the kids behind both double doors.

At Barbra's the lights and music suddenly turns on.

♪Now, I don't hardly... ♪ ♪ But I think I could love her ♪ ♪ Crimson and clover ♪

"Turn around." She speaks to the figure at the bar. "Turn around. I won't ask again."

A chilling voice emerges behind her. "Surprise." She whips around to hit Jerimiah but is pushed into Ecco. "Easy. It's just a surprise party. For you, Barbara Kean, queen of Gotham, business titan. How exciting. But there was another you, I... I seem to recall. Wasn't there? Then again, there was, uh, another me, too. Oh, so hard holding on to what's real. It's... It's enough to drive you mad." He cackles over her. Barbara Lee comes running at Jerimiah, throwing a statue at Ecco.

Jeremiah looks down at her unamused. "Cute. Mine is better." Jer simply shoots Babs in the abdomen. "Mom!" Jerimiah picks Barbara Lee up, "She has your eyes. For now."

Echo whimpers, holding her stomach. "I... think she... nicked me, Daddy. I... oh, boy." Jer stares at his assistant. "Oh, dear me. My sweet Ecco, no longer my echo. There will never be one like you. (y/n) will miss you dearly." She smiles widely, "Really?" Jerimiah aims and shoots her in the chest. She smiles as blood pours down her chin. "But you were deceiving and in love with my wife. I suppose there are other employees available."

"Let me... down." Barbara Lee struggles in his arms. Jerimiah leans down to Bads on the ground, pistol-whipping her.

"Hush, little Barbaras, don't say a word. Now we're going to play a... little game. By now, James Gordon should have made it to your apartment and called his daughter. When he gets here, I want you to deliver a message."

I park my car as I see Dad sitting alone. I run-up to the club seeing Bads laying down. "What happened?" She glares at me. "He took her! Your psychotic husband took her!" She reaches for me in anger. "He took her! That lunatic took her! He said you have to come, and if you don't come, he's gonna kill her." "Where?" "The place where he was born again." I rub my face in frustration. "Ace Chemicals." I run down getting in my car and racing there. "Jer!" I call out loudly. "You can't do this shit, Jeremiah!"

"Jeremiah? Is there a Jeremiah here?" I hear him call. I follow the voice to see him all alone. "So what should I call you?" I tilt my head, tears flowing. "Jerimiah." "No, no. That's a boy name." "STOP THIS!" I scream. His facade falls slightly but never cracking.

"I call you the devil." Dad appears behind me with his gun drawn. "Wher is my daughter?" Jer looks at him confused. "The Devil? No, Call me... Jack. Mm, no, no, no, that's not right. J-Joseph. John. Jay. I-I don't know. I just... I feel something new crawling from the primordial ooze that was me. Something... beautiful."

"How long have you been pretending to be brain-dead?" "How long have you been pretending? That's a joke. I know you're not pretending." I look up seeing Barbra Lee hanging over the tanks. "Ah, ah, ah, that's far enough, (y/n)."

"But you still haven't told me. Why? Why keep pretending?" I look at Jer in confusion. Why has he waited all this time?" He smirks, "I was waiting for him to come home. We're bound together, he and I. It's the one thing I knew for certain, the one thing I knew was true. And then he just... abandoned us. Do you know how it feels to have the one, the only thing you love ripped away from you? It feels like this." Jer pulls the rope releasing Barabra Lee. "No!" I scream grabbing hold of the rope, the fibers sliding my hands.

Clangs of metal are thrown at Jer, who dodges them. "Who's there?! What do you want?! Show yourself! Show yourself!" I see a black mass whooshing over us. I gasp in realization. "You." Jeremiah laughs before he's knocked out cold.

"Now you give those kids kisses from their Pop." I laugh as I hang onto my father's arm as we walk to dark streets. "You know you could come over. They miss you. You make them laugh, dad." He shrugs and kisses my head. "I'll come over tomorrow night for dinner. Let it be a surprise." I nod and open my car door sighing. "Bye, dad." "Bye (Y/n). I love you. Tell Juliet and Jermey I love them too." "Of course." I finish, getting in my car and closing the door.

The drive home is never my favorite. Time alone is cruel to me. I still hear his laughter. Both of them are so different yet so loveable in their ways.

Juliet holds so much of Jerome in her. Especially her eyes. Full of joy and determination boxed up in two beautiful green orbs. Jeremy loves the books and brain teasers and puzzles like a certain Valeska who holds my heart.

I pull up to my small house upon a hill. The lights to the living room, kitchen, and kids' room are the only lights illuminating the house. The sitter's car was still parked in the driveway where it was hours ago untouched.

I unlock the door stepping into my house. "Jeremy! Juliet! Babes, I'm home!" I hear my daughter's beautiful laughter from down the hall. "Mommy! Come here and look!" She giggles, creating a smile on my face.

Jeremy giggles and yells from the same room, "Juliet made a mess, Mom!"

Maybe they're playing house, maybe even cops and robbers!

My heels click as they edge closer to the door. I grasp the handle smiling. "Did you two have a good time with Abby? I hope you were" I scream as the sight before me wounds my eyes.

Abby, the sweet high school girl who has watched my babies grow up now lays in my daughter's bed with knives and pins stuck in her body.

My baby girl, Juliet, stands next to her, knife in hand, blood on her cheeks, and a wide smile spread across her lips.

I cover my mouth horrified. "Juliet. Honey." she giggles and pulls out a pin of Abby's eye. "We played Doctor, mommy!" She runs to me laughing and holding the weapons.

Jeremy runs in from the bathroom with a blood-soaked rag. "I'll help clean, mommy!"

I fall to my knees letting a few silent tears fall. "Are you okay, mommy?" Jeremy asks with big eyes filled with worry. He walks over, hugging me by his sister's side. "I'm sorry we ruined the floor. I told Julie we needed a sheet first." Jeremy says, kissing my cheek.

Juliet wraps her blood-covered hands around my neck kissing my cheek like her brother. "Did Pop not come too? I miss him." I smile holding my girl as Jeremy goes to clean the floor again. "Pop has a busy day tomorrow morning. He said he'll make it up to you." she nods and laughs again.

Jeremy takes the knife from his sister and holds it up to me smiling. "Do you want to play, mommy?" I see the joy in those eyes as she asks me. I see hope in her eyes.

"Yeah, mommy! Play with us!" Juliet jumps on the bed over Abby's body.

I grab the knife and stare down at it.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, come on, mommy. Let's play."

I look up and see Jerome sitting at Juliet's vanity playing with a big brush for her play makeup. "Aw come on doll. Look at her. You'll make her so happy."

I turn my head to the right and see Jerimiah flipping through a children's book. "Better than intoxicating their minds with this, darling. Think of how much they'll admire you. Our little ones will look up to you as their hero. A hero they're going to be told is evil in Gotham. Raise them right."

Jerome grabs my hand and helps me grasp the handle of the knife. "For me doll. For Jeremy and Juliet. For you, (y/n). I know you miss it, doll. Go on."

I walk over to the cold dead body and look at my little boy and girl between their fathers.

"Let me show you two something Daddy showed me." Juliet runs over and hops on her bed next to her brother, standing in between Abby's legs. "What mommy?"

"If you slice a clean cut from the corners of her lips... to her cheeks..." I slice the skin feeling my hands become lighter.

"She's smiling!" Juliet giggles and jumps. "Isn't she pretty, Jeremy?" Juliet asks, hugging her brother. He giggles and nods jumping on the bed.

I see my men both smile at me. "Let's go get cleaned up and then we can call pop and tell him goodnight." She nods and skips to her bathroom.

"You're such a bad mom, (y/n)." Jerome purrs smacking my butt as I pass him. Jerimiah rolls his eyes and simply kisses my head. "They'll turn out to be magnificent, darling. Even more than they are now." I shrug smiling at them both.

"What can I say. They're Valeska Twins."

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 12

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Unlike Hoseok, Jungkook still hasn’t adjusted to life in your house with the other hybrids. You try your best and take small approaches to make him comfortable and trust you.

*bump*

“Hoseok, I told you no playing with your tennis ball in the house.” You chuckled as you came out of the room. He had been obsessed with throwing it and chasing it around the house. Hoseok let out a whine, his head hanging low. You ruffled his hair.

“Everyone ready to go?” You asked.

“Can I-”

“Yes, Hoseok. You can bring your ball.” You giggled and he grinned. As he ran down the stairs, you couldn’t help but adore the way his golden brown ears flopped against his head.

“Chim? You feeling alright?” You poked your head into his room. As per Dr Lee’s request, you have been slowly weening Jimin off his medications. It was good but that also meant that Jimin may experience some side effects or slight withdrawals so you have been keeping an eye on him.

“I am.” He nodded with a small smile. Although he’s still shy and jumps at loud sounds or voices, he has been improving so much.

“I know I tell you this all the time but I’m so proud of you, Chim.” You ran a hand through his hair.

“Really? You’re proud of me?”

“So proud. A small step is still a step, isn’t it?” You hugged him. He let out purrs of content as he hugged you back, his orange, black and white tail curling itself around you.

“Let’s go.” You held his hand and led him out. The others were all waiting there. Today was going to be the first time they went to The Field, except for Jin and Yoongi. The boys could all sense how tired you were after your 20 hours shift yesterday but you assured them you were fine and insisted on going today. You wanted them to get some fresh air and run.

Everyone climbed into the 8-seater van with you in the driver’s seat. Jin was in the passenger seat beside you.

“Tomorrow, when I go to the nursery, I’ll pick up more fertiliser for our backyard.” Jin said and you nodded. The government had not retracted the hybrid rules yet so boys were still working in shorter shifts.

“We’re here.” You parked the car.

“Woah!” Taehyung gasped at the big field that covered a few acres of land. You laughed and went to sign all of them in at the reception.

“Hey, Ann.”

“Hey, (y/n). It’s been a while! I see that you now have an army with you.” She nodded over to your 7 hybrids. You laughed and nodded your head. After paying for everyone, she placed wristbands around all of your wrists and opened the door for you to enter.

“I’ll be sitting here. Go ahead.” You told them. Hoseok was the first to take off, followed by Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Go have fun. Yoongi will stay here with me.” You smiled at Namjoon and Jin. Beside you, Yoongi lazily raised a hand and nodded in confirmation.

“Alright. Stay warm.” Namjoon patted your head. They removed their jackets and ran to chase the others. Hybrids like Namjoon and Jin loved the cold since wolves and arctic foxes naturally live in cold climates.

“I guess it’s nap time.” Yoongi yawned, putting his head in your lap. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Umm...” Jimin stood beside you.

“Do you want to go too? Taehyung is there.” You asked him, looking at Taehyung, who was rolling around in the grass.

“Can I stay here?” Jimin squeaked.

“Of course you can.” You smiled, patting the empty space beside you. Jimin sat down and cuddled your side since Yoongi already claimed your lap as his pillow. You put an arm around him. It didn’t take long for Jimin to fall asleep with his head on your shoulder. With two hybrids so close to you, you didn’t even need extra jackets for warmth.

You watched as the 5 hybrids chased after each other, rolling around in the grass happily. Jungkook had yet to warm up to you but you could see he was really enjoying himself.

“Have some hot chocolate.” You gave the cups out to them as they came to take a break.

“Excuse me, miss?” Someone stood in front of you. You looked up at the stranger with a hybrid standing behind him with his head down. All 7 hybrids looked up at him as well.

“Yes?” You looked at him oddly.

“Where did you buy your bunny hybrid?” He smiled. You frowned and noticed that Jungkook tensed up.

“I didn’t buy him.”

“Ah... I see. Well, he is exactly the colour I’m looking for and I would love for him to be a present for my daughter. How much do you want for him? I can offer a lot. Is 1 million enough?” He reached out to pet Jungkook’s ears but you were quick to stand up in front of him, preventing the man from having any non-consented physical contact with Jungkook.

“He’s not for sale, sir.” You said warningly.

“I see that you have 6 other hybrids to care for. It must be hard supporting them yourself. I’ll take him off your hands. How about 2 million? Then you could use the money for your other hybrids.” He smiled.

“I don’t know if you’re deaf or dumb but I already said, he’s not for sale. I don’t need a stranger worrying if I can support my hybrids or not. That’s none of your business. They are all staying with me. I’m not giving them up for any amount in the world.” You crossed your arms.

“Now, there’s no need to be rude.” He frowned.

“You were rude the moment you opened your mouth to speak to me. Now leave before I call security.” You threatened.

“Let me tell you, little girl-”

“No, let me tell you, sir, that you really do not want to mess with me or my hybrids.” You cut him off. The male took a step towards you menacingly.

“I would back away if I were you.” Namjoon finally stepped in, showing his canines. The man looked and saw your other hybrids. He knew he was outnumbered, even with his own hybrid next to him. Sending you a final glare, he stormed off with his hybrid. You glared at him, your whole body shaking with anger. Humans are just so ignorant and dumb.

“Easy, kitten.” Yoongi calmed you down.

“Hey, (y/n)! I ran over when my colleague told me what was going on. Is everything okay?” Ann ran over, worry written all over her face.

“That guy harassed Jungkook.” You frowned.

“I know. We kicked him out and banned him and his hybrid from coming back. I’m sorry that happened.” Ann sighed. You shook your head, knowing it wasn’t her fault.

“We should go home.” Jin spoke. Everyone agreed and you piled into the van. Namjoon drove while Yoongi sat beside you, trying to keep you calm. You bit your lip, refusing to say anything. Everyone knew you were beyond pissed.

Jungkook also remained quiet. He was dumbfounded by your actions. No one has ever defended him like that before and to see you so obviously affected by it made him surprised. Even when you pulled up, you stormed into the house, pacing around the living room.

“(y/n), calm down. You’re scaring, Jimin.” Namjoon reminded.

“I’m just so... Ugh!” You pulled your hair in frustration. Jimin let out a soft whine and you turned to him.

“Sorry, Chim.” You apologised and went out to the backyard, stomping around. The 7 boys watched you in amusement. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle. The way you got angry never failed to amuse him and make him laugh.

“How is she’s so adorable when she gets mad?” Jin raised an eyebrow. Yoongi and Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Tae.” Yoongi nodded over to your back. The younger saluted, walking over.

“(y/n).” Taehyung jumped towards you.

“The audacity the guy had! I mean, who does he think he is? So what if he’s rich and can offer millions of dollars? Geez, I wanted to stomp his face into the ground. And did you see how he just wanted to pet Jungkook when he’s just a stranger? Who the hell does that?!” You continued to pace as you ranted. Taehyung sat on the bed, eyes following you back and forth.

“I’m getting dizzy from your pacing.” Taehyung stated innocently, breaking your rant. You stopped walking and blinked at him

“Oh, sorry, Tae.” You chuckled.

“Don’t be angry anymore.” Taehyung said.

“You know, sometimes, I just think humans should be the one treated like pets, not hybrids. Humans should be leashed and be in shelters. Most of them just disgust me with their entitled attitudes.” You shook your head.

“If that happens, the hyungs and I definitely adopt you! So you won’t have to be in a shelter.” Taehyung grinned.

“Thanks, Taetae. Glad to know I won’t be abandoned.” You laughed. Taehyung was always sent out by your other hybrids to deal with your anger for a reason. His innocent personality and boxy smile was able to calm you down and make you forget your anger instantly.

“We know that you’ll never give any of us up.” Taehyung said.

“Of course, you’re my boys. All of you take up your own special place in my heart.” You cupped his cheeks.

Just looking at Taehyung made tears fill up in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine your life without any of them. Even if Jungkook and Hoseok were not obligated to stay with you after the winter, they have still made an impact on you.

“Why are you crying?!” Taehyung panicked, seeing tears trail down your cheeks.

“Nothing. I just love all of you so much.” You smiled through your tears. Taehyung stood up, enveloping your body with his as his own tears threatened to fall.

“We sent you out here to cheer her up, not make her cry.” Jin stood there, chuckling with an eyebrow raised.

“Jagi, are you crying because you love us?” Jin gave you a knowing look. You nodded your head like a little child and Jin’s face showed just how used he was to this. He made you and Taehyung go back into the house, not wanting you to get sick from the cold weather You looked at all the hybrids, sending them a small smile.

“I’m going to rest. Please have dinner first if you’re hungry.” You yawned and headed up to your room. You took a shower first.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jungkook asked with a scoff.

“(y/n) gets angry when hybrids are disrespected. You could at least be grateful that she protected you today. When you’re not even her hybrid.” Taehyung frowned slightly.

“I didn’t ask her to do that.” Jungkook snorted.

“Why would you say that?” Yoongi said in disbelief. He couldn’t believe how disrespectful Jungkook was.

“I’m not some weak damsel in distress. I don’t need her to come save me or protect me. She should have just minded her business.” Jungkook crossed her arms. Now that made Jin and Namjoon frown too. Hoseok gulped, knowing that Jungkook was crossing the line with his words.

“If you’re so strong, why are you here the? Staying here and eating our food for free.” Jin crossed his arms.

“Because my hyung is gullible enough to buy into your whole charade about how she’s the best human ever and that all of you are one big happy family!” Jungkook yelled. Jimin was already curled up into a ball on the ground, having an anxiety attack.

“You do not yell in front of Jimin.” Yoongi pushed Jungkook back.

“I can do whatever the hell I want! I don’t need to listen to you.” Jungkook glared, his long ears twitching slightly.

“Then leave. You don’t like it here and honestly, we don’t want you here as well. You have been nothing but rude and cold. You can’t even appreciate what (y/n) is doing for you and your brother.” Jin growled.

“I think all of you need to go and cool down.” Namjoon stepped up into his alpha role.

The slamming of the bedroom doors was what woke you up. You came downstairs to see all the hybrids tense, Taehyung sitting next to Jimin on the ground to calm him down as he has an anxiety attack.

“What the hell is going on here?” You frowned.

“Jungkook, Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung...” Hoseok looked down then at the staircase where the three hybrids disappeared off to. That was when you knew that there was a fight. Fighting between the hybrids wasn’t something you tolerated in the house, especially with Jimin around.You decided to give Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi time to cool down before finding them.

“Come here, Chim.” You sat on the couch. Jimin immediately jumped up and leapt into your welcoming arms.

“Breathe, Chim. I’ve got you. Follow my breathing. It’s okay, take your time. In and out.” You ran your fingers through his hair with a soft smile.

“Better?” You asked. He pressed his face into your shoulder but nodded nonetheless. As you continued to comfort Jimin, you looked to the 3 hybrids with you.

“Jungkook disrespected you. Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung got angry.” Taehyung explained briefly. You were surprised that Jin was involved too.

“Hoseok, get Jungkook down. Namjoon, get Yoongi and Jin down too.” You sighed and the two scrambled up. Yoongi and Jin came down but Hoseok relayed that Jungkook wan’t ready to do the same yet. Yoongi was stand offish, arms crossed with a small frown on his face. Jin was quiet but had his head lowered with guilt.

“I’m not going to say who was right and who is wrong but you guys should know better than to fight in front of Jimin.” You said.

You knew that talking to Jungkook was going to be more difficult. Jungkook was still young and he was abandoned at such a young age with only his adopted older brother to be by his side.

“Sorry, (y/n). We shouldn’t have-”

“I’m not asking you to apologise to me.” You said.

“Sorry, Chim. We shouldn’t have done that. We weren’t being considerate” Jin said softly. Yoongi nodded in agreement and patted his head.

“It’s okay, hyungs. Sorry.” Jimin’s ears lowered in guilt.

“No, it was our faults. Don’t apologise when you did nothing wrong. That’s not a good habit to have.” Yoongi said, casting you a look. That was a bad habit of yours too and the boys never failed to remind you of it. You just looked elsewhere, whistling innocently.

“I’ll go get started on dinner.” You stood up.

“I want to help!” Taehyung was quick to trail after you into the kitchen with Jimin by his side. The two were becoming inseparable and it was honestly quite adorable.

“Hoseok, you’re not gullible, alright? Sorry you had to hear that from your brother. He doesn’t mean that and only said it in a fit of anger.” Namjoon told the golden retriever.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry Jungkook has been nothing but trouble since he has been here. In our previous house, he was always being babied and the favourite.”

“Can we ask what happened with your previous owner?” Jin asked.

“Sure. There was actually another border collie hybrid and tabby hybrid with us but our owner said they ran away the week before. But I heard the owners gave them to a shelter. I didn’t know why but didn’t ask. We were playing in the park one day and when we turned our backs, she ran off. Jungkook saw her get in a car and leave.” Hoseok bit his lip.

“We went back to the house only to find it abandoned. Our owner’s stuff was gone and we didn’t know where she went. There was no letter, no money, no nothing.” Hoseok shook his head.

“Was that why you were out that night?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, we usually take turns to go find food but as the oldest, I go out more often.” Hoseok nodded.

“I’m sorry that happened to the both of you and Jungkook is still so young.” Namjoon sighed. From the kitchen, you watched the 4 oldest hybrids of the house talk and converse comfortably.

“Shall we make some hot chocolate?” You asked the two as you wiped your hands. Taehyung and Jimin blinked at you in confusion.

“Hot chocolate?”

“Come on, you’re in for a treat.” You smiled as you took out the ingredients out to make hot chocolate. The two were in awe as they watched you blend the chocolate and hot milk together, topping it with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and marshmallows.

“Does Yoongi hyung not like hot chocolate?” Jimin asked.

“He does but most of the time, he prefers warm milk instead.” You patted his head and they helped you bring all the cups out. The stew for dinner was left to simmer on the stove before it was eaten.

“Yours.” You handed Yoongi his mug of plain, warm milk.

“I’ll go deliver Jungkook his mug.” You went to his door and placed the mug on the ground. You knocked and left, not wanting him to feel awkward.

When you returned, you sat next to Jin. You reached up to rub his ears, something Jin has always liked since he started living with you. Everyone was chatting and interacting with one another, even Jimin was nodding along with the conversations. You couldn’t help but feel for Jungkook. He was alone upstairs while everyone else was here.

“Hoseok, is there anything Jungkook likes? Like what makes him happy.” You asked.

“Our owner used to get these Chicago style hotdogs from a cart stall. The guy opens at the farmer’s market across town.” He informed.

“If I bring you to that market, do you think you can bring me to that stall?” Your eyes brightened. Hoseok nodded his head with a smile. Yoongi frowned slightly. Jungkook didn’t deserve your efforts.

“Why do you want to do that for him?” Yoongi asked.

“Jungkook is just closed off because he’s in an unfamiliar environment. Let’s just try to be more understanding towards him. He was abandoned and he feels hurt by that, we can help him overcome it and open up without being forceful. Let’s just be patient.” You smiled.

“Thank you for helping him.” Hoseok teared up and hugged you.

“He’s not going to show any appreciation for your efforts, (y/n).” Namjoon pointed out.

“That’s okay. He doesn’t have to like me or look to me as an owner. As long as he can live here comfortably without having to feel so guarded, I’m content.” You grinned. Taehyung moved to nuzzle against your neck.

“Hoseok, the next weekend, when the farmer’s market opens, shall we take a drive down?” You suggested.

“Can I come too?” Jimin tugged on your pant leg.

“Of course you can.” You kissed the top of his head. When everyone was done with the hot chocolate, you went to serve up dinner. Taehyung and Yoongi stayed by your side to help with what they could. Jin and Hoseok took out the side dishes from the fridge. Namjoon and Jimin took the bowls and cutlery out. Yoongi started scooping the rice.

“Less rice for me.” You told him. When you said that, he purposely added another scoop.

“Sorry, can you repeat what you said?” He looked at you, threatening to get another scoop from the rice cooker. You pouted and glared at him.

“Nothing.” You mumbled.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked. You placed a portion of rice, spicy stew and side dishes on the tray for Jungkook.

“Okay, this is where I step in. Sorry, snowflake, I know you said patience t he’s still not a king that needs to be waited on. You are not his servant. If he wants to eat, he will come down, alright?” Jin wrapped his hand around your wrist. The others, even Hoseok, nodded in agreement.

“Alright. Hoseok, please make sure he comes down to eat later. It’s not good to skip meals.” You told him.

“You’re one to talk.” Yoongi snorted.

“Yah, Min Yoongi. I can still cancel the shipment for that scratching post that you ordered online.” You threatened. Yoongi gave you a look.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” You smirked.

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